in spring i go out into the garden
with a wheelbarrow of fresh words:
texture, nurture, tread, harvest
my car has broken down so i tow it
over to a mechanic using a chain of words:
together, eat, melt, martyr
going out into the harsh sun of the equator
i insist my children wear a bonnet of
words: pool, freckle, yang, augment
i write a poem intending it to work
on playing: shuffle, gaia, smile, rot
beware the symbols of symbols
forgotten, beware
the brain, hour sun
1989 Lawrence, Ks.
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