imagine fog here

street lights popping on

mocking birds fall from oranging syca-

                    mores       heat hums

a tide of car traffic

 

fog swims with chemicals, the cul de sac

subducts

 

           we move into the underyard        I am

only picking a way through the debris field

          (instructions to come)

we make industry or

walk in circles

                      after shadow

in the street a tractor

curls its iron hand

 

we release more air

                 and air is more than air

 

for instance

the dove is never

perfectly

still

 

n e x t

 

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