by Sir Brody Christensen the First

and now as squares are paired
and pairs of squares paired
those pairs squared
ad infinitum
like the boy who dared double
a grain of rice along the chess board
ad infinitum
like farm field, and grove
and lake
and city block
stretch and roll outways
to that old horizon line

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like red
the color of bed sheet
is stitched accross
or stitches shut
our passions
like Lorca's lips
burning still in silence
our string of hobby
with no choice there

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and in this way
even the comely mice
tucked in tin
shudder all night
in a red dream

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or yellow
both age and prudence
a dust a bee leaves
on a rubbing lip
the color of an old book
or a dandelion
sticky of its newness

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fin