A History of the English Speaking Peoples
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tea in the shape of a kite
the moon was scraping across the sky
what about the river recognizable psyches should
have floated barely under the surface
water in a bizarre reflection of leaky foliage
suspicious of their hands they
held each other’s noses &
spun the colors didn’t move or slip out of joint
leaves were everywhere
When the eldest daughter lost control of
the diesel tractor with the front loader &
came through the wall of the dark living room they
said hmmmmm & put in a big picture window
Along this stream they demand more than a passing notice
Southward and eastward along a terror
they who entered on a winter night vanished
into deforested shapes
When the runaway pickup with their 3 year old at
the wheel took out one of the two hefty columns
holding up the porch they shook in the impact
not knowing what to look for light sheer as
white heat large bundles of
straw creamcolored & cut straight &
added a sun deck
a spreading ink stain followed their sunsets
they were bigger than their chairs
