Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Another of the same vintage...

This is my favorite of all...

Why admonish the caramel smoke-filled paraphrase?
Beneath their striated attic, all seven hundred
of the tiny spheres, each with its portable cavern,
its individual foil-wrapped candelabra and
its remote-controlled umbrella, wait
as the forest amends yet another constitution.
Steel-shod fish patrol the inkwell of the past.


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