Tuesday, October 12, 2010

141. geese’s flying forth

geese
&

fly
ing

over
head

and
woods

a
round

in
dark

o
cean

o
fnight

&
ought

a
gainst

even
or

th’
smell

of
wood

rot
ting

sweet
ly

in
to

dark
soil

in
wet

dark
night

&
cold

&
colder

the
coldest

sound
of

all
these

geese
I

can
not

see
that


fly
a

way
a

gain
a

gainst
night

thru
dark

&
eye

can’t
see

th’
sound

of
geese

with
in

my
chest

&
also

throb
bing

throb
bing

throb
bing

thru
th’

night
&

what
ever

sight
I

im
agine

them
alone

to
be

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