Considering How Exaggerated the Light Is
What would you glean
mean
the long go-away-from-it plan
at hazard, sheer glass over
water
and the eking out
of syllables
ten cents-a-dozen
no rhymes
///
It would be occasion, return of the others from their something not right
I know, I could see them, moving down the aisle, that there should be
this music
This was the time when the dying brought in their wounded
///
The stippled
branch
of light
tips forward
ghosted
with pollen
and the promises of dust
stare back at us
give evidence of our having lived
the wrong questions
right
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