Prism
bespoke patterns go
trying to fin concepts afloat
a cliche for today
say some sounds aloud
mind the rise & fall for noises
makes statements by convention
spin
turn salt to stone
or spiders to gossamer
with a bead of sunshine
take the taste clusters from running feet
& see peace in the sway of things
1961
this thing I know is now
& as I note
is past
like sleet on glass
fly swiftly sweet crystal…
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