Tuesday, April 1, 2014

THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA

round-breasted 
robin,
so much

larger
than the rest

all of your late-
in-coming 
ravenous brothers 

and sisters are
are stick-
thin and needling

around here—for a cheap little 
bit of fresh 
hope in hard moss.

How is it?—that you 
alone
hold this old bit

of dinosaur knowledge—
that springtime 

is not 
actually—anything 
like a time

you arrive at—but actually, 
just always

an eternal-
ly 
rotating 

spot—reoccurring!

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