Monday, April 7, 2008

American Sentences: April 7, 08

When I see you again it will be when the flashflood river renders

talismans from the strewn. I'll stoop, gather the husk, the twig, a feather

within range of the call of Canada geese over the Skykomish,

day disappearing behind ridge, stones of stars, pale, on the dark dome,

memory a reel of black and white film spliced with particulars.

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