that clouds are cities of unmouthable
decisions or a tea of argonaut
leftovers a dogsorrow of train
timetables for an under-inflated
life in a book I once trapped over it
said it was time for his eye to be plucked
out to make room for the new vegan junk
food smoothie place and crickets who never
ask why the abandoned architecture
shambles to a dented alphabet and
the wind while you were away rewrote the
endings of all your short stories to warm
up this salt in the shipwreck’s eye rolling
clouds to smoke trees soon will learn to laugh
Tag: cities
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on the clay we noted more than half of
the grain had spoiled, and the copper
was of quite poor quality but
we were then too many miles from
the great cities and their gods so
we crossed three more mountains dug six
more wells made our offerings with
fresh water and old song and waited so
tired but so hopeful it might work
this time then rain the earth slides and
the flies and filth the sores boils and
strange diseases but we walked and
found a green land one cool spring and
never heard the horses approach
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XXXXXXX, whose job curses us. In sister cities of emerging-market stars,
(First published in Under the Basho.)
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