the winged ones gardening
desperately pre
pare the cuttings
slice the green medulla
dance into breakfast
possum regulates the spleen
murmurs contradictory
evidence
for a disease yet unnamed; it's early
the blood not yet up
the fingers not primed
for their work
of translating chains
the computer is my
dashboard a rising
sun
scans helpless robotics
clicked in the night
now feign quiet
hiding designs for simple
pre-dawn rituals
of vote-counting
and the exorcizing
of memory
thanks mark. hey, ever have this happen? you write something something you like a LOT, more than anything you've written in awhile -- then you hit a button -- and it disappears, and you can't get it back & can't remember it all. exercise in paying attention. exercise in letting go. arghh! computers.
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