Sunday, 6 April 2014

Sunday Poem

You can tell the time
period by its tumbleweed—
whatever is light
enough for the breeze to take
up for a time
but far too clingy to tug
free of any takers—
the haggling hand
of a branch, say,
which will go
to great lengths
to get some
unravelled cassette tape
and model it
like tinsel a little
while longer
while oddities last.
From Satisfying Clicking Sound (Signal Editions, 2014) by Jason Guriel

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