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November 19, 2016

for Joanna Kyger


Poetry is the part

that no one sees

clip the flower

burn the brush

watch rain stream


the moon viewing


six drops fold together

then glimmer

burn a stick of Autumn Leaves

crack the screen door

write longer

have beams shooting

out and over

the blessed

bountiful body

Do not revisit

poems the next day

they have already rejoined the actual


daily music fallen

back into the fabric

to acknowledge mastery

would violate her


even further terms (the heat

and shape of the mountain)



the outside in…


the gray continuous

tangle of moss

posing as a mandala


burning the

sudden white



in between


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