Monday, October 20, 2014

So you think with a
poetry-mind
move animal quiet
with soft boots not
touching the earth

(ride fire-machines
love explosions and
the death rush)

don't sit easy on a
shelf or in a box
draw back an
arrow

but I'll be gone before
you let if fly
gone before you
let it
fly

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