January 3, 2011

re: txt poem

Two gulls circle and make spirals
over woods striped when day
faltered The circuit turns unfriendly
They lull or elude each other

Maybe not so much in love or evil
but we can believe in sediments Sifts
Clay rifts What seems wasted
is an opportunity to a salt marsh

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