Now in the breath of morning
November 7, 2013
You should have known
November 21, 2013

there, in the stupor of every living thing,
every wise wandering which
every calumping critter that
and merciless mouthing too—

there in my baldness shoo the rings
of living things: on and yon
and dare to frown upon some sate
a thing as heather crowned with dew—

but you? what track do you have
soled? what is it that you’ve told
calumpers, wanderers where—
a promise that you pray as dare?

i know these fiddling ferns!
the witch moss woke in grove!
and guilty pine what shrove a
crack or two—but you? but YOU?

methinks you’re a calumper too!—
a wide-mouthed, measly who
could think of nothing else to do
but shoo the rings of yon and on—

but ooo!—Traipser, tell us, do!—
who are you?

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