Friday, March 27, 2015

Crooked Bone Beard

How silence is passed down.
How facts are annotated.
How daylight on the rocks bends,
The ongoing still going on.

The couple walking the red trail
In t-shirts, hoodies, white sneakers.
The scrub jay losing his mind
About absolutely everything.

I need you to finish my conclusion.
The strangeness of a world
In which it's not strange to be
Possessed by strangeness. . . .

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