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adapted from Arthur Rimbaud's "Feasts of Hunger"

backyard poem #1

leaf-rustle and dried fern a ball sits abandoned in tall grass bleach-lit by a star

autumn seeps up from the corners of august as dried roses dirt patch flight of crows invisibly tidal

birds are who birds are meant to be

all the spirits of maple the spirits of morning of backyards telephone wire sky set belly full of living seeds

we watch them sit are patient are waiting for what to leap for summer poppy daisy hibiscus we are

moss-crawl of memories over stone seep sudden or tender

petals go brown and fall


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