Tuesday, January 1, 2013

1/1/13 Valentine

New Year’s again – I put
suet out for the birds
salt for my imaginary deer
but what will the gods
put out for a queer
old sod like me
I can only wonder
as I do how often
through the cellular nature
of the past they develop
this continuous far-reaching project
of the most intimate planning
and intricate construction
all the while laughing
and throwing us in the air

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