I was in a story In the middle of a field of tall grass Like someone in a story would For no reason It was just as green It was just as many When one seedtop brushed another They both rushed to say Excuse me quite all right I smelled music in the piano bench Gun solvent A woman's pillow My sister calls and calls And I still don't I like it here when I don't Let them Tapping of the wedge and hammer Father splitting the tree The tree that split the rock The rock that spoke That split in two for the tree Once Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org |