Drew Gardner
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There’s a Movement of Plants
there’s
a movement of plants
toward the
window, which is
so
intelligent, it is almost impossible to notice
and I
consider my bicycle to be alive!
the wealthy
strangers unload boxes in the public health clinic square
into a
diary entry uncollapsed but looking down
pensively
through created darkness as the surface of the soul
the firemen
trying to get someone to buzz open the front door—
to lose
everything as a sudden rush
no idea or
directive erupts from
the sudden
lift felt and it is there, clearly iron
to climb
the latticework lifted her from the shards of glass in the sink
when the
streams of escalators pour out into the night to be together
the
devil in this case is not moral blindness or half-knowledge,
but the
intentional and vigorous application of energy …
there is no
fire
connected
to the stars the walls of pregnant window light above
earth’s
surface finally the granules of parting of its own accord
once
you’ve dropped it, dummy
all at once
eating dinner off the night sky
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