Field in North Haven
Fri Aug 10 2018 at 2:21:34
The last licks of ice
hang from the evergreens.
A wine-breasted robin
plucks a thorn
from a motherdie
and drops it.
Imagine how peopled
this will be in ten years—
how the alyssums
will bloom between
the sidewalk cracks.
Isn’t it beautiful,
how we struggle?
All the rivers of the world
if we let them.
I like it!
the last time I clobbered a human soul it was over a red-nosed girl and a schoolbook in County Derry
I got the stigmata from a bike on a long gravel road.
In the long purple evenings when rock n roll from WLAM blurred into night baseball from WCOU
The loneliness of migrant threshermen and those poor souls forced by fate to seafaring slept under the loveseat; little Jenna smiled at its tail cat-like aquiver
A brief moment in years
Wedderburn's theorem about finite division rings
New Haven, Connecticut
Crazier'n a buck with tickwood fever
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
When smoke stood up from Ludlow
Fragments of a world, and the spaces between them
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