a song can die in a corn field / we mistake fireworks for stars / a man’s heart can hold too much thunder / and yet a new song hums itself
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a song can die in a corn field / we mistake fireworks for stars / a man’s heart can hold too much thunder / and yet a new song hums itself
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please, Ygeorgi, please the oven leaks fresh salamanders / these currents run upriver / towards the mountains / do not adjust the pilot light
A break from the rain: the neighbors
dragged their push mowers out
in defense of curb appeal
and the high and tight grass cut
so popular in post war diaspora
the retooled farms of yards and slab houses
protected by DTP and the attitude
that defeated the Nazis.