WHEN WE DO NOT POSSESS OURSELVES,
WE POSSESS OURSELVES

Ahead, so much absence that won’t be absence, because
 
                                                                                     No present,
No farewells, no fangs, no farmyards, no finches,
                                                                         No voices
So I think,
               “The turkey vulture does not collect
Vouchers, or make vows.”
 
The wallet in the drawer puffed with pictures
That when looked at by the finder
                                              Will not be seen, no
Relationship to
The others’ tears.
Gone are the thin, purple leaves jumping from the vine
Twisting around the yellowing boards of the pig pen.
 
No relationship to others’ omens, others’ occupations,
Others’ oaths, to the changing colors of the okra bloom.
 
Only the unfinished can fashion fringes and centers.


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