Sunday, September 11, 2016

Do Some Things in the Community

The children as people,
as possible in the ranks,
as the verb to lord closes a condition,
as tornado in the mouth of many,
as plainsong long ago,
as rhythm based on rhythm,
as fortunate enclosures,
as land mine destinies,
as open soreness,
as seeming thru the peerage,
as poking all the wound,
as time spent over anxious,
as boon and bust magma,

children,

the town, the
way they talk that is almost
our talk, as we feel
our completion (in the throne room
and deli), potent sensible except
children, not the
full town, only the edge
of town, these children who can
listen not exactly
speak, not the trump of
winning but the
quietly there, here
is there for
children, when
remember, the
door.

Door completes the
picture. We open doors
to close.

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