why do the mad curse?
or are curses all we say
inside our heads
where no one hears
thumb the knob, tune the signal
why does the island shift
from sea to sea? which
way is north? where’s the gimbal
rigged to center me?
along comes morning
steel sky, green wall
the window fills with light
water flows over orange stones
coin of the rust realm
green beards in bare branches
delta of small stones
flood’s high water
river’s edge is undefined
for some, life is too hard
body or mind know it
some suffer in silence
others thrash sweat scream
why do we not know how
to run after milkweed
drifting in summer air?
run, run for it, tall
grass, this breeze
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