Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The green preparations.

Once the bearing of rain came from a window
And all the world was hungry.

Folks were disturbed that it didn't get more attention--
There was a halt cleft in the program--hard shoulders relaxed, soft.

No courageous acts. Nothing was allowed.

The game stopped.

It was as if the green preparations of sound came to beg at the door
Of a wanton color. Finally--and this is important--

We let ourselves say so,

We didn't know where to look, or how to behave.

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