In
case I find a tiny minute,
for
Kathleen Fraser,
when
no letters fall like leaves
Artie
Gold, before ROMANTIC WORDS
1.
A
thudding silence, greets. Child-sized. Pure lyric energy, like watery
spaghetti.
2.
My
passion, dipped. To shine, on shoulders. As a sentence to be,
primarily.
3.
Improbable
yearning. Unyieldly chainsaw, lupins. Now that, even names. Crushing
and regarding.
4.
Am
I not to take this personally, somehow. Pull up your socks, as you
say. This very minute.
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