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Precious Drone of Worcester

Precious Drone of Worcester
3/27/2008

piper at dawn, green
dire engine (we need
the word
dire), people
stain people in
city of WORCESTER, with
a guidance of hope
called weather until
vague teasing in
ice of new age,
data comprises people
and their inveighing
blurts
the sediment
of real rocks and
tonal assonance brings
waters of several
lakes together,
to drink with native
vigour, to live in the wooded
farness, brusque about
Boston, civil notion, which is a
several or beneath
(or above, like
swirling gulls), the
nestled thinking
in great and good
minds sandwiches in
hazards of growth,
fear being an
excellent logic, suitable
for a trial of
aiming, of
apportioning,
of registering,
of conditioning,
of assimilating
syllables and last
words (beautiful
constructions)
need grows
to see, Jonathan
Williams agrees to die
at a certain age (he was a
poet), he must have grown
in Worcester, with the
harbour master, with
the famous rickshaw, with
the terrible mountains assuming
no human distinction, pleas
surface amidst this
mess, people listen
for pipers at green
dawn, waves of fish
swirl into meaning, meaning
prepares a boat, boat
asseverates a lake, lakes are
partial seas, seas
break us, sky films over
with one idea or another,
and the poem at the end
hides a word, tho
any word
would have done

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