Monday, December 17, 2007


How to make sense of this tumult—
Belted wild strapped down into fields,
Rolling highways under
flowing wheels,
Potential gleaned from
Corn silk strings,
And twangs of color
in a malted sky?

Color strapped down
Under malted wheels
Tumults of silk rolling
Down into fields,
Potential gleaned from
wild highway strings—
How to make sense of this sky?


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