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| photo by Leet Brothers ,
National Park Seminary, Forest Grove, Maryland (1907) courtesy of Library of Congress |
what do bare trees listen to?
look at me
desperately, another side
of an old taped window
February melting
snow seeping cold
compress latticed gravity
is emperor new material
I limber stretch
pooling my wanting
in little cup poems
I kept these
by the bedside
all Winter long
threading car horns,
pierce rattles and
drip cavalcades
I clean all my
fancy velvet suits
for parade memory Spring
Maypoles and fucking themes
because rabbits are bibles
that know just how divine
it is to have fun
with ritual and time
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