Poetry – Page 288

the marsh I quote, ‘ties ice black ice,’ my habit to surround it, ‘they’re 3 6 ft ahead we lag behind,’ the dr folds 9 documents, I pocket 1, the train is late, the depot full of cats

they’re 3 years long, beyond there calling, I’m goin’ out, to hear ‘m theirs

the date o’ that a spool & cairn there, that character, & land alee

as bookmar t’hence, no time > fallow, & now as then lie reeds & glens

o’er Iron’s build a mote as town is, from hence ashore, & sure o’ that