Aught, no. 11/12 (2003)

Mary Kasimor

geometric oats and roses parallel

the rivers an architect's opened

shape that spills out rust

and dirty air an oxygen of minutes

what counts are hours constructing

unusual growth floors

are squared as above the level

of the sea

by the sea the water is

heavy with evolution by

the sea salt burns the truth

a burden is not proof

those tricky questions unravel

molecules the rope

dna because we can't rest

at the end of the day a lullaby

of weeds and black mourning

the dignity of rain became

a free tear


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