Daily Archives: February 10, 2009

Getting Around To It

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The oranges sat out all day
on a pink plastic plate,
cut in imperfect coins.
The house smells
like a rotting grove.
The birds still hunger.
Should I ever want them back,
I will have to part with the fruit.

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Stand tall all winter
day after day, bare trees wait
listen for orders.

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No gorilla ever asked
what should I do?
No fish ever howled
to be fed. A privilege
among the furred and finned
this early American self-reliance.
Even homeless animals scavenge.

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It is the string
it is the knot
it is the strength
of the strung knot.

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What if it doesn’t hold?