Monday, July 5, 2010

42. Tremble Clef

silentlisten

hardest
(most studiously)
at the lack of

yet a voice
is more
than
ruined words
or less

trill treble trillium
in a wooded shade

treeroot rising
(wave, muscle)
from the earth
motionless but moving
still

the muteness of stones

gravel spread
for traction among
grass and plantain

rock in place
(of loonsong
and moonless)
that it might be

no rose
but rose before


me a rose
before me
and then
me

wave from wave
each wave carries or
moves through multiple
smaller waves water
finding what shape
it must and the loon
’svoice a wavering
two-tone in
black and white

a motor can grumble but not groan
passionless fruitless

the
flag
wave
but not tire
trackless

less than preception

the eyelist
and (skewed) sees
anew

the streambed
the lawnbank
the bushsheath
the hemlocksun
the flowerflowers

these indelible foods
before me (a rose
(a daylily (a violet
))) gathered into salad

th’eating
brea’thing
unth’reat’ning

sky
blue skies
her blue skies
her two blue skies

looking down on me

silistently

she moves
thoroughly you

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