Random poem

— so we said to the somewhat: Be born —

     & the shadow kept arriving in segments, 

    cold currents pushed minerals

  up from the sea floor, up through

coral & labels of Diet Coke blame shame

bottles down there —

    it is so much work to appear!

 

unreadable zeroes drop lamps

     as mustard fields [Brassica rapa]

 gold without hinges, a vital

echo of caring...On the census,

just write: it exists! Blue Wednesday

        bells strike the air like forks

  on a thrift store plate,

 & the shadow moves off to the side...

 

In the woods, loved ones tramp through

   the high grass; they wait in a circle

for the fire to begin;

they throw paper dreams & sins upon

the pyre & kiss, stoking the first

    hesitant flame after touching a match

to the bad news — branches are thrust back

across myths before the flame catches — ;

ravens lurch through double-knuckled

pines & the oaks & the otherwise;

a snake slithers over serpentine

then down to the first

    dark where every cry has size —

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