Cork Surface
October 25, 2011, by Homme de Sept-Îles
wind weaves wheat, moves it in letter shapes
the cold west hiss of imagination
but this turf isn't earthly
its black hat astro gruff
in smudge fume tufts
and coarse grain
and wind won't win
sun's fragrance
east
early orbit
pundit,
ductile
sallow shame
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