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 
	magnanimously 
	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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