Plain American Language

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

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Untitled (a stylistic copy of an earlier poem called Finis Terrae...but we'll do it anyway)

An alerce will go on upward
until you run out of spine
to lean back on.

I don't know oaks
too well
but at the Smith campus
there was one
and what was more
impressive, the leaf
skinny and thriving
or leaning backward
to see, rounded
and wavering and breezy,

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