The Lost Word
Several times in
The night I looked
For the word
“Succulent” / failed
To find it / though I’d
Heard it yesterday
Seen one with green
Springs near the cat /
Mr. Mu / it’s
Not that the past
Is so far away
But the present
Is so close
You move in
Both directions / I pull
My bucket up /
The sodden ferns
Frizzy on trees
Hanging like dreads
Another kind of
Reverence to read
Not as landscape
Reflects us but
As we do it
Droplet to droplet
First here / then
There / transparent
Metronome with
No sense of time
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