Sunday, June 10, 2007

shaft of light


late afternoon sun on the republic
allows our form to distort impressions
fixed on what a body should look like
based on residual interactions
with a whole that partly hid the underclass
in a limbo of discretionary status
pinning aspirations to the assumption of incarceration
for those who rode coyotes
not for the joy of his fur
but to reach the fields where the fruit needs to be taught
a signlanguage of fingers delicate pluck
too coarse for those writing the rules
from naugahyde cells overlooking cement canyons
where the light they cast is merely a shaft

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