A reading

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Poets speak of nature
all that is wild and free
through a screen of images
the poet voice is prominent
broken only by the
silent pauses
and in between
truths
the poet wears a scarlett
Scarf
the poet is to be taken
seriously

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Monday

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still
feeling the wheel
turn slowly
around my neck
to the front of my face
in unison with
the murmur
not of cars or of people
but of the earth turning

groundhog day

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light that shows
through the trees
projects delicate
shapes on the boardwalk
on this lined paper
my dress
these are the only patterns
that matter
words don’t mean a
thing
is it this sweat
showering
from my face
stinging my eyes \

someone is starting
a motorcycle
the lawnmower man

mowing his
lawn is not new
and the bird
conversation happening
overhead is
centuries old
ancient