Friday, November 18, 2011

blowing the word you can't remember, the words "word" and "the"
across the oil plain next door, booming, winter dollar, draft home
the crude can't proof from wind, what a travel to bridge the distance
from work to living, from shoplifting to giving, flight out of question
and sunwarm grass a fallacy, a vertical descent without the cavern
the deeper the brighter, floating mountain, dead arrogant friends
becoming part of the wallflowers, the moss and crumble-rock
untouched by flesh, a library of the crude word of rescue
one talisman of Oppen, one of a thousand nodes of knowing

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