Tuesday, August 26, 2014

THE SAME CAREER IN A NEW TOWN

For just about—ever
the very same
afternoon 

sun has lied 
rippling—its endemic  
and its undulating 

vibrato across—
some field
or other

of wild morning grass;

as if—singing
the easiest 

and the 
most selfish thing

that anyone 
or anything 

could think of 
to sing

and still intend it
as a gift—

if the opposite 
of 

simplicity 
exists,

it'll simply have 
to wait

for later.

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