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So Many Things Are Already Poems

April 27, 2012

Lespedeeeeeeeeeeeeza

Rō-ō-ō-ō-ō-ō-ō-ō-ō-ō-ōse

and of course chamomile

momile momile momile.

Like the sage’s one word

poem “Tundra,” they say

themselves, the crushed

scent of them beneath my

tired sneakers rises and is

enough.

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