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A Poem by Vol
A wind
picks up one
grain
of sand at a time
to
throw over the top
of
a dune where we buried
all
the old gods.
In
that mass..
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A Poem by Vol
Oh, the irony of a cold
November forest
on fire flickering chill reds
and yellows
under a mesmerized sun and an
iceberg
sky as dry lava tum..
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A Poem by Vol
Friday
night we went out.
Second
Avenue in Nashville
sparkles
on the skin and teeth
of
a crowd looking for
something,
anything,
to
..
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A Poem by Vol
Two months ago...
Two months ago
in December. The 17th.
When I found you
and it was too late for
CPR, but I tried anyway.
Too late.
..
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A Poem by Vol
Don’t come looking for me,
I’ve left the room. I was
far too
close to the edge, could see
over
the dizzy side of things,
str..
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A Poem by Vol
they are doing a whole program
on
e e cummings with his voice on
tape
and just like yeats his
enunciation
isone long whine in some
atte..
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A Poem by Vol
I found
a four
inch
plant by the path,
six
mature
leaves
big
enough for atalltree
and they were perfect segments
as
though drawn
by
..
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A Poem by Vol
Creeping under this spreading
canopy,
above these gloomful boles of
Beech
Poplar, and Pine, just after
dark… or,
better said, just after ..
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A Poem by Vol
We were
right in the middle of things
when the air went empty. I
still
see your upraised arm, whip
at the ready…
..
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A Poem by Vol
EYES
SQUEEZED, HEAD SHAKING
I
have said for a long time,
if the universe is a created
thing,
where did Intelligent Design
imagine
it w..
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