Wikipedia Poem, No. 366

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“that / Strange and not unwonderful feeling, I have experienced this, this light, these trees, these birds, heard the very / Words you are saying, before, or, it all clicks into place and I know what you are about to say: ‘Please / Stop picking your nose'” James Schuyler

   munity of sabers
      a dot along a 
     busy drug-smuggling 
       out-way 
     he said they’re 
      pushing 
corridors 
          into southern arizona the remote community 
of sabers a dot along a 
   busy drug-smuggling out-way
he said 
  they’re 
          punishing 
corridors 
in a southern army soldier asked one 
    meridian rich weekend afternoon

     label 
it a militia and 
   scoff at them armed patrolling 
   the notion of others 
label 
      it 
a 
      militia and scoff at the notion 
  others label it 
      a militia 
and 
    scoff 
        at the housing 
   the housing the meridian rich  
construction but others rattle sabers on his hips
         the housing 
then sudden united startle

  led by 
its leash those were his dog 
        a 
   pitbull 
   named rocko 
by its 
  leash those 
    were his 
         dog a pitbull named 
    rocko by 
          its leash those 
   were his 
portable radio 
   had 
         intercepted 
      a 
40-caliber pistol and 
    and 
     scrambled communications his two 
       weapons his portable 
radio had 
intercepted he 
held a 
40-caliber 
pistol in hand and 
          and 
          and and and and and

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