and again nothing to say says the head and the fingers forget that and run out on their own what good has this head done lately anyway and blossoms hang on the trees so briefly as birds sing courtship songs skyward in the weakening dark make ready this short but wide song for an empty page hungering for music

-from Talking Too Fast.


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