jim-kleinhenzWhisper

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A Heat Wave, the Droughtwhere the cicada crawl the grass and where / the remnant sounds they scratch / are something to be kept preserved
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Jul 9, 2010
August EarthAugust ends, at last. You can see a tree / under a canopy of apple trees. / You can see a frog in a ditch.
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Oct 7, 2010
Birthday BoyCuriously, I thought of Frank O’Hara / the day after the day I did not get / run over by a truck on Franklin Avenue.
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Aug 3, 2010
Charles?I mean, it felt like I was a dead fish / Or something, left to rot out there in the sun, / Left there on purpose, you know, like it was
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Feb 15, 2010
Gold and Silver HeartsThey say old hearts do not / like old dreams to go unachieved / and uncalled for. They say,
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Nov 25, 2012
GrasslandsThe way the world sways. Every leaf left / in place, its stance chiseled to each blade, / an iteration of time; each tassel of seeds,
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Feb 26, 2012
Ichthyology PondIt’s not mystical, the winter solstice. / Think of pink fish, red fish, the sun, a pond, / Part water and part reflection, beneath
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Mar 4, 2010
It's LateThese pictures trouble sense: the abject walk, / A frontispiece of misery and dejection. / Just chintz and prints, my buddy Ray says.
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Feb 4, 2010
Morning RagaBirds tend to think the ideal morning raga is / a mathematical formula, an idea / which will describe ancient silk petals, say,
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Apr 2, 2010
Mr. Sun, His RatiocinationIt seems as Mr. Sun kneels down to pray / each night the earth below responds—a ray / of light, across a pool of shade, tired earth
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Jun 20, 2010
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