When puffs of smoke
moving handworn
music of a moment
is unlocked, and sound
placed upon an open chamber
finds its rattle –
in blessèd heed,
find the abandoned railroad
in the self-less figure
where began to separate
and look upon
no person but
a frame in which
cool water often waited,
there is strength
to be spoken.
by another,
whom that figure
in the autumn
only color –
December 31st, ’10
measure! movement! broken clauses reunited! this moving, moving, moving.
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