Red Springs

among red springs

i write a poem, a blank poem
	it hovers and 
crashes like the wind
a gag poem, a burn poem
thrashes, bleeds, loves 
	faces extinction

i dig in my pockets for the 
	threat of rain 
the day presses 
	against my forehead
poem made of dark soil
poem torn from soft 
	womb matter
poem that shines like a 
	strange half-moon
and wanders underground 

i erect a poem-house
made of silver nails
hushed, triangular poem
poem with a tall
	blank face

i imitate an old woman
a crooked, cat-mouthed poem
dense, yellow, bewildered
	half-woman, half-spring

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