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Bog body
in the night bog
I part with my road
curious about other things
I lack philosophy enough
to understand bread
or the question of touch
Poems on the topic: bog
Poems on the topic “bog” on Poets.by.
GROWTH
Mind poised at
the tipping point
in a fantasy of perpetual motion
like an old-fashioned toy,
wooden bird hinged
at the hips that bends
again & again into
the undiminished fuel
of its reflection.
Last week, I saw
the sun in the surface
of a bog: it bubbled.
It trilled like a toad.
The alchemists
would be pleased, mercury
now lurks nearly everywhere.
Blueberrying: four haiku
sawgrass
the crickets fall silent
when the wind blows
blueberry bog
the soft clink of car keys
in my pocket
blue star
at the end of each berry
filling the bucket
picking berries
against the winter
a fly on my lip
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