Tuesday, October 22, 2019

The wood's message and the tingling rage
limbs pulled loose from a painted wreckage
tongues flying over the tree tops
banks of fertile snow
beads of ice sliding
the grooves of stacked wheat
horns blowing for bundled rods
coal floats skimming over fields of haze
dead curses propane scribbled on plow blades
the low aerosol sky
gesturing bags of feathers
and fondled ink
petroleum's peacock tail of eyes
inlet squawking through the tin storm.

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