Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The anniversary landscape.

"That never get up no more place is here"
-Langston Hughes, 'Graveyard'

The wind is full of breath.

As if coaxing water from the sea, or
The broadest tear ducts,

The Earth must sing.

Such green songs are these--
Bereft of patterns.

They remind me
That this shower like so many showers
Must fall,
Flooded with cheers of defeat. Meanwhile.

The wind is full of breath.

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