The sand
holds them together
the dirt
and snow held deep together
spread it
smooth flat on the radiator
for
burning incense in a vessel later
the dirt
and snow held deep together
the trees
stand black and cut the pink
for
burning incense in the vessel later
the
pigeons and gulls move high and low
the trees
stand black and cut the pink
the people
leave the beach before winter
the
pigeons and gulls move high and low
I turned
and the red-tailed hawk was behind me
the people
leave the beach before winter
but their
cold plastic blows grey across the ice sand
and the
red-tailed hawk was inside me
so the
mother squirrel saw right through me
cold
plastic ice blue and whimper cold across
now I can
only see the willow gold from the bus on the highway
so the
mother saw right through me
the hawk's
tangle black nest was so
high it confused me
now I only
see you willow gold from the bus on the highway
(jokey-child-religious-independent
pantoums for sale)
tangle
black nest was so high hawk it confused me
(we know
this pantoum's romantic because it's red)
hokey-mild-religious-independent
platoons for sale
but now I
always get off the bus too late
we know
this one's open because it's red
and keys
don't even work in the cold
but now –
don't they know it's the end of the world?
The dirt
and snow held deep together
And fire
them – key don't work in the cold
the sand
holds them together
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