Saturday, March 14, 2009

How To Make A Dome

Said softly around the tongue:
The crown is nothing while this
Forgotten morning is enough
Perhaps in some way
No day has a voice that rose
Porous, loose- perhaps as this-perhaps
The bread is boiled into
Something you can use.
I will come back
From the farseeing corner
To bring you tea
To bring you brass
To bring you butter

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