“Maybe you have to be from there to hear it sing” C.D. Wright
a bell
long ago
rung in fear
one with
a thousand
jumps
a great poem can be
wild nectar or a great poem
can be scrubbed from the timeline
from
by whom? his moaning
to be
how i assume
you didn't choose what
you'd surreptitiously strike
one perfect choice what'd you
have to not say
about the young plants
the end so wild
so abandoned of cherry blossom
not the wild plants with a thousand-word long line
and this morning i'm unable
to plant anything lovely
a cypher as if long ago the bell was rung
in a dark mossy room
ducks in marshland jump
into the air and crash
a great poem can be removed with buck
and jump a great poetry book should be
wild never hit one perfect cherry blossom
if by cherry blossom you mean sells well
every day i taste a man my poem
can be how it is assumed you'd never
choose what you'd never hit one
perfect choice nectar of the therapist
the tended-to plants present wild nectar
with both hands a great poem removed from
morning is not a therapist is not a plant lovely
his dog kills the therapist his morning
is lovely and romantic
and his morning is not the wild nectar
on the thousand turning silent eyes
so
there is loveliness and fun
the therapist and the therapist's dog
kill ducks in marshland
a great poem can be
removed by scrubbing
from mourning
i'm unable to choose
what you'd nectar on o reader
a great poem can be removed
from the whiteness of the bath
is not led into a thing
i'm unable to recall the wild never
the title of a long
ago rung bell afraid
one perfect choice what
you'd nectar on a great poem can be
how wild plants are lovely without us
and buck (he says you didn't choose)
on a great poem can be removed
and planted in the garden beside his body
i wonder
is there not a therapist
inside every ridiculous yes
Fantastic.
Thank you, friend.