Friday, March 25, 2011

Heron hunts his shadow

budburst on the oaks and
maps the (?)
brains of a billion dead jays
(treescape is the corvid canon)

something I was going to tell you was
dream about a netflix queue I don't
this dream lost and found and lost and found again
so seemed significant
reiteration defines some emptiness


in the same yard
dread assembly
lost photography
melted eras and lapsed monthes

the way things va.

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