and depart from the center. All I can think of is a memory of the first time I saw a peacock in a small, local animal preserve. I must have been 6 and simply marveled at the patterns in the peacock's feather. I couldn't understand how such an elegant creature had such a shrill voice. No rhyme, no reason to that.
7. Geography
ReplyDeleteEvening's out of stripes
The fatal breath of danger
Left our soil another color
But she sends for perfume
from the schooner in the isles
The empty dish holds his cufflinks
and the feathers of a bird
matches, pebbles, coins
her tawdry dress in tatters
Thirteen crusts that winter
We never did see no pies
from Eight Moments in the Pasture
from Particle Theory
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