words and herbs   
 between the ears of wheat   
 for roadside escape blueberries   
 snuggle up like snow in spring   
 in the jeep    
 of the reconquest.      
  
 Under an immense sky   
 with small white and red tufts   
 whispered the initials   
 with your eyes open   
 tastes of metal under the tongue   
 such pebbles stirred at the end of a stick.      
  
 The cliff hanging   
 hemmed the claws of the sea   
 on the pebbles of the foreshore   
 tender notes within reach of smiles   
 traded like talkative seagulls   
 gathering the mossy festoons.      
  
 Perched on the highest boards   
 yesterday's notebooks   
 were the shells of our library   
 suspended sentences   
 of our fathers and mothers   
 washing the child with an ounce of "sent-bon".      
  
 Clap the hailstones   
 on the glass of the saints of ice   
 long life glade   
 opening to who better   
 the lids of our archaic fears   
 that no man can tame.      
  
 Slaps and blisters   
 for the return of the forgotten   
 in disturbing cohort   
 over the air of a reel   
 igniting pheromone puffs   
 of a waking thought.      
  
 Under the tent   
 hot and sweet tea   
 lists age suckers   
 propitious to flee to the streaks of the east    
 blinding emergency bells   
 of our quest for security.      
  
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