for Joanna Kyger
(1)
Poetry is the part
that no one sees
clip the flower
burn the brush
watch rain stream
down
the moon viewing
window
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
matter
daily music fallen
back into the fabric
to acknowledge mastery
would violate her
flexibility
even further terms (the heat
and shape of the mountain)
(2)
Bring
the outside in…
the gray continuous
tangle of moss
posing as a mandala
burning the
sudden white
tiny
cracks
in between
outside
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