with a metaphysic touch I question I
like a brush
in motion to stroke a backdrop
for a cup lip to a lipped face
to measure I as other for the other
handless but with wind
I perform Midwestern grasslands
and whistle eastern rafters
for southern deserts
in the northern pines and mountains
on a trip to the store for tomatoes
I assemble I incompletely
to fit into a tee shirt
and mimic voices in a night’s beach fog
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