Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Friday, November 23, 2007

Patterned Trees/Unpatterned Winds

Some day, I think, a tree'll collapse and fossilize in my backyard in Massachusetts.
I'll call it your nakedness:

Not 'cause of the falling but the wind created by it.

I see needlework in the way you walk, it's different from mine. Is there a pattern of nakedness?
Would you use a different stitch?

Petrified. Like the snap of a rubberband. That's me.
And your nakedness? I don't know if I'm with it like I always wanted.
The falling of that tree, reverberating off crumbling leaves:

And your nakedness?

A rushing, full stitch and it's a wind.

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