The memory of a plane
crawling before flight
the tires tearing grief
a captured sigh of air
the first possibilities
of the night-mare are
gold-tipped at dusk
needy as a pilgrimage
I follow legs of furniture
to the crotches of trees
light bleeding from clouds
coming down, bringing it all down
___
Perhaps it is true. Yesterday, a student blamed his dream--of a gray mold that crawled up his toothbrush--on the Gabriel Garcia Marquez we've been reading in class...
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crawling before flight
the tires tearing grief
a captured sigh of air
the first possibilities
of the night-mare are
gold-tipped at dusk
needy as a pilgrimage
I follow legs of furniture
to the crotches of trees
light bleeding from clouds
coming down, bringing it all down
___
Perhaps it is true. Yesterday, a student blamed his dream--of a gray mold that crawled up his toothbrush--on the Gabriel Garcia Marquez we've been reading in class...
_
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