February 4, 2011

All I can remember
wild geese
a flock of them their
voice’s spiraling
one calling to another and
white feathers
filling up the creases of a denim jacket
the lap of a woman
the sigh of a bird
filling up a glass
they were one thing
a chutzpah of children
grown in a family
sounds stupid but
one became a car and
sped around a corner
one became a lamp
a pile of glass
a pile of sand
you’ve got to understand
rain drummed against the walls
crowds beneath the boards
shadows rang across my hands
believe me when I tell you
one collapsed into scales
barked like the dark
furniture evaporated
you’ve got to know
a bird dreamt it was a man
they lent together
I was there
something happened
everyone saw it

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