I’m a man holding a dandelion—trying to reason

Beyond female/male. 

 

What your average family in Mali does on Sunday: do you believe

This an interruption or inclusion?

 

Am I correct thinking I’m human in Sanskrit?

We is most when mixed company.

 

In Colorado.  In Mexico.

In Mexico eating Mole Colorado. 

 

 

 

 

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It won’t just go one way
Nor be one thing.

Mrs. Porter might
Be here in the spring.

So much depends on
A wheelbarrow:

Women

eating.





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In                        the windy                     light motes make

Dust             mixes with               water wipes

 

The air clean.   The road’s

A mess we barely

 

Pass by on:

Cheerfully low-down—

 

Looking                 at clouds rush-off

Revealing a             rainbow.

 

 

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There is always something
“To say” to nobody:

Clouds cover:
Jade waves

A dolphin rides
With my brother.





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Please help me                   to                                      make sense

 

Or when is                                  sensual

 

A thesis versus screwing up?

 

Birds on poplar boughs cheer me.                              The sky endears me

 

To blue along with oceans and a period of Picasso; in a different period he

 

Drew less and less of a bull                                        until there’s no doubt.

 

Grit from gentrification dusts wing-feathers.

 

Because                          desire’s                     like that                       there

 

There’s a big fight in                             the interstice.

 

                              I need the “untranslatable

Ice to watch”:

                                             Is gap

 

Primarily                 problematic                     distance or                     space

 

To see through to?  I’m fond of Ferdinand the bull—frown at the king

 

Watching cruelty in rings—fingering his wife’s bands—full of hope

 

For a new world.