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Earlier I saw you untie the Fox It was in the high branches But you were fearless/ A reflection in the sky’s acred field As you set the captive free To fill his mouth with soil Now You put your sister in his place Her hands bound to the trunk as Cars yank the highway closer To the park of ratway silence You Pick up the pen for her Write how it is easiest To crawl when you are Tied and drooling When you take the place of A martyr and expect nothing Except something Blue and brindle-striped and barking Perfect Day: you and I take a little white dog Tie her to the tree and call her our own Tell her to come and sit and eat With us around the tree while We tie each other’s teeth to the roots With fraying wire Why Are we so tired? We ask. Two too many separations. Two too many rescue missions And forgetting how to keep things close Don’t Tie the cross-stitched sister to your liking— Maybe a bow tie or braid but Imagination only binds itself when It is allowed to be bound Phil Osophy: yet you still danced To what is What is What is What should be leaves falling now Is the sky What should be leaves falling What should be What should
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Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
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Earlier I saw you untie the Fox It was in the high branches But you were fearless/ A reflection in the sky’s acred field As you set the captive free To fill his mouth with soil Now You put your sister in his place Her hands bound to the trunk as Cars yank the highway closer To the park of ratway silence You Pick up the pen for her Write how it is easiest To crawl when you are Tied and drooling When you take the place of A martyr and expect nothing Except something Blue and brindle-striped and barking Perfect Day: you and I take a little white dog Tie her to the tree and call her our own Tell her to come and sit and eat With us around the tree while We tie each other’s teeth to the roots With fraying wire Why Are we so tired? We ask. Two too many separations. Two too many rescue missions And forgetting how to keep things close Don’t Tie the cross-stitched sister to your liking— Maybe a bow tie or braid but Imagination only binds itself when It is allowed to be bound Phil Osophy: yet you still danced To what is What is What is What should be leaves falling now Is the sky What should be leaves falling What should be What should
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Jul 25, 2019
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