wells

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well, what do poets when rivers dry?

write punctuation; &

space (visions intuited,

thoughts supp

-lanting, -ressing)

not me, of course. i, and every other i,

scribe different.

and what do lovers after flames?

repetition, repetition; &

withdraw (feelings intuited,

fear-doubts p

-lanting, -ressing)

not us, of course. we, and every other we,

exist unique.

so you know,

i painted you.

better to admit cracked mud-bed skin

than pretend in punctuation

the river flames on.

then!--by admission (as poets learn)

life's found;




december '10