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August 2010

with some kids (for beth)

Sentences in them

     falling

were sentences 

singling and rising

    spots of words 

figuring circles

the way seabirds know

    how The Farther

expects us eventually

to extend an arc

    through a breath

to what must

be our sentence.


as it is for us

Drowning in debt and sarcasm

a violence done to many

done


Present as the miraculous

balm


You don't have to read books

to read it in

ground


Anyone can tell it

for sky for

instance


Exact in its quickness

speeches 


Present to power

like willfulness scarred 

and


Glorious as reason's

short scouring

attention


Or nodding through

half a shelf

of


Certainty song at

dawn


closer to our own (for red)

This is a reflection of the times in which we live.

One thing. Startled by another. Was the other time.

But our multiplication fails us in Math as in crude French.

Surges. Urges. Gestures. Us toward a new continence.

.

Say you haven't toured Australia in a few years.

Say who's really the most prominent consumptive.

Say no to the liking too much of anything with an electrical cord.

Say you are a post-war mid-twentieth century suburb.

.

This reflection of the times. Then where are we.

The bugful trees haven't looked this good since fall.

Attention to lakes and fountains. Books tell us.

Here. Here is where we might set down. Hope.