so june can hold
the codicil-ready cables
& brilliant cliffs of England
we’ll pick a sea-fruit
with no leaves
& trot off to the darkest part
of the woods

wake up & come out now
in an allegory
in both positive & negative repose
dark deep & absolutely clear
any posture you can read in
your countless lives with
countless embodiments

I’m a stolen car
I know this now
lurid & more melodious than
surf among rocks
a circular corpse
I’ll make you aware of
summer & winter


Bill Lavender
from his book Transfixion
Garrett County Press & Trembling Pillow Press, 2009

used with permission of the poet

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