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A young man swings from the arms all wrong if there's hay to mow the hips must rotate first then back and arms together driving off the legs a pendulum of method easy later, years later and harder than imagined if there's hot sun overhead muscles cramping or if the mind keeps coming back to a woman somewhere The best poems drive off the legs as well no effort wasted following a natural arc of back and forth around and through I try to learn the art of the scythe cutting away not grain nor grass nor thistle but edifice, contrivance, camouflage this stuff packed round and held in place with garden hose, bailing wire, military webbing—I am a fiddler crab in my way lurching forward waving one blind blade at the world
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
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A young man swings from the arms all wrong if there's hay to mow the hips must rotate first then back and arms together driving off the legs a pendulum of method easy later, years later and harder than imagined if there's hot sun overhead muscles cramping or if the mind keeps coming back to a woman somewhere The best poems drive off the legs as well no effort wasted following a natural arc of back and forth around and through I try to learn the art of the scythe cutting away not grain nor grass nor thistle but edifice, contrivance, camouflage this stuff packed round and held in place with garden hose, bailing wire, military webbing—I am a fiddler crab in my way lurching forward waving one blind blade at the world
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tom-greggs
Seattle
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
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