Monday, February 23, 2009

Jeffry Jensen

REPRESENTATIONAL ROCKS

As I take one last shaky step
away from the light, I pocket
my count of the dry rocks on an
inverse path to a psychic waterfall.
Soon there will be representational
art in the center of the canyon that
can outlast my unstable astronomy.
I dig up mothers who had manipulated
their fuzzy children as if they
had been testing one of Euclid's theorems
without a pavilion of spiral netting.
It is the pathology of rocks that sweetens
my briny fluids as a spherical palace of
silver girders supports a knuckled horizon.

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