Monday, October 13, 2008

Some Vague Attention

Some vague attention
of wind stirs the golden oats

-Joanne Kyger

Desolate film,

haunt that totality
where we opera.

The size of Finland
my invisible alto.

Dream-starve the
metallic gauze of permanence.

A stethoscope heard itself,
left us thumping.

Drenched in owls,
these mysterious data.

Forests allow themselves that exact tangle.

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