Saturday, January 9, 2016

Getting Told

Tell me my mind is not a sugar mountain.

Tell me I'm almost home.  The sounds are late
on Sugar Mountain

cheeping chirping gulping

round barns and all--

Steens rises high near Sugar Mountain
all that stark fooling around.  Let me
sew my faults
together.  Let me
salt my alkaline.
Let the patches flatten

on Sugar Mountain

let them answer
water's question.

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