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Silent Lightning

Dittle Doe

Minivan

The Southern Forest

Soft Taffy Man

the bunnies
will sit
and stand
very still
with their ears up
in the air
waiting
and waiting
oh so still
and impatient

come, leaves, come

the sky is such a smear
and that man
is not there

come with me!
come with me!
waiting, waiting
bunnies
come with me

and we will release
we will eat
and be eaten
we will forage
and be hunted
we will hunt
and be foraged

in times of far
and aches of day
let us shut
while our brains pulse
and little charges
run across them
like spiders
a|long spider web

Bunnies Still

Late in your key
the flutterings
are all mawgnanimous, manimus

I address your air
and there is nothing
to a|dress

So much
is dropped
so much
falls
and so much falling drops
so many drops
will drop
their things

gloves
stand
starched
and there is never
too much

there is always too much
with a glove
or with a bean
inside of the glove
that makes your pinkie
uncomfortable

no
I am not brambles
no
I am not ties
I am not no
I am not bonds
Is there so much
that it is full
or is it too full
sometimes there is too much
but other
things
are just
as green

no!
the vase
quakes

but aside from
the morning
I can think of no other lovely thing
which, when imagined is the night
is fully within a night
of too much coffee
too many thoughts let go
too many attachments
burned
and nowhere
for thoughts to drift
except inside of the skull

A Starched Glove Seet

Gil Barrett