• Keith Banner


you float

half the time

and the other

you sink

it's just that way now

and you see things

that make

no difference

but mean everything

you turn and look

there it all is

and no one else is around

tree limbs like

mounds of bones

and you pick all of them up

carry them to

places behind


the greenest shadows

the blankest day

you mean well

every stick and twig

every nerve-ending

every spine

all the way back

to before you

knew, before you lost

then back out

into the world

searching for two hours ago

stupid scribbles

on a wall

in your head

names for things


and then it's this

you don't know

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