In a restaurant, red wine bottles scattered about the table, I multiplied two words by each other. I waited for the sum and stared at pigeons pecking at the window jamb, to where raindrops steered a rowboat over my shame-- sun's light crossing the floor and over the delicate feet of women. I read the book because I was really looking at perfect bare shoulders. The wine glass was waiting for me to escort it into the pine groves. While boughs cleaved Christmas joy in two, a swarm of birds strolled by, long-nosed and angry, across shallows that teemed with three-headed trout-- no one asked for God's mercy or other favors. Everyone preferred to look at the latest demonstration shaking the undergrowth. I went too but in search of enchanted berries. Content in the ornate, lighted pleasure park, my heart smiled like the famous Pleiades. This strange awakening stirred a package in my chest, rattling apart its brittle, taped skull. Looking like burning fingers and tied to the next tree, a tucked reindeer stood up. Startled, it thought momentarily about other pastures ... As a Spanish spring was being passed to many outstretched hands from the train scuffing by on a track veering somewhere north, a corrupt pleasure scattered a yellowing stack of commemorative pamphlets and delivered them to the world. Sleeping, I multiplied two words together.
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|Publication:||The American Poetry Review|
|Date:||Sep 1, 2006|
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