by sherwin bitsui from flood song
in a stadium of afterglow--
i parcel ounces of my body for each acre grazed
spear my hands with my sharpened knees
to keep some kernel of this trail my own
some piece of the idea of now
before it becomes was.
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this windowless house marrows my veins with thinking.
scraps of venison leaf the picture frame.
a stoplight dangles from the sunbeam of a birth song
billowing from stratus
to cumulus
to nimbus
to drought,
as the ache of ten cedar trees silences the dull ax.
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