Sunday, February 14, 2010

first draft

i want
(always, unendingly, infinitely: a poem unto itself)
i want:
banjos - in the symphony
green beans - in the curry
a twang - in the forthright plainspeak of the midwest

i want
(obviously, interminably, unfailingly: a poem unto itself)
i want:
these mountains, blue and solid, stitching us into this valley,
to rise - stately, sensibly - from the plains.
i want.

home exists, i persist
in proclaiming.

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