always leaves me
anxious for what
comes next
the sun yesterday
in kent ohio
broke all records
for clarity
each year
a new record
in clarity
as every poet
marks time
and the river answers
those impenetrable questions
i
can't help
but
listen to the roada bicycle
& the sound of a scythe
cutting through the grass
as the equator
finishes another day
&
on this side of the planet
today
the marchers will continue
& the elites will be listening
from
every field & forest
seeds
---
e b bortz
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