sometimes the impertinent rain
steps aside and lets this old redundancy
through the line. fascinating how
a biological process, a meteorology,
recognize each other’s occult symbolism
and necessitates the practice of common
gestures in lieu of remarks, to guide,
to divulge, the way of wandering
that limits reason by at the very next
turning slides a body through, like gold
in a vein, the cave precipitates a logic
all its own, and there’s a bear, berries,
there’s a symbol, seeds. sometimes an
indifferent set of constructs is all any
bad wind needs to blow, in captivity.
in a rage the truck comes, dry as whistle.
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