Peat moss, peat bog
a prairie earth so morning.
The sunshine penetrate
relaxes, a sarcophagus
fungi, the chlorophyll (or
lack thereof) engaging
release factor, a time
lapsed and energy.
Litter, mulch, a composting
heap so soaked.
Dark earth rising, broken
down, relaxed, enhanced
release deceasing,
crumbling brown with moist-
a taste of metals, of minerals.
A gradual transformation
almost unnoticed.
Shape me with clay, my
blind and private sculptress,
protean and formless
confused and perplexed,
lost and misplaced,
dancing eternally.
—for Ann Marie (Budapest, cc 1994)
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