Thursday, April 11, 2013

Gloria (for Elizabeth Treadwell)

Gloria, go back to the beginning:
Gloria, in the woods, we're safe:
Gloria, who knows how to listen.

   The dream-glass breaks, black with tar, spit, and glitter

                                ash and grass drifting together

          a deer, a fox : : : the bee-buzz bird-saw

                                  drone and thrum

                       let it call you:        Gloria.
                             let it call you:          Home.

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is this real?