Vast as a Moment, Little tears



Dance round stones,
leave loneliness to martyr,
caustic/effective
out to branches.

Remember the prairies and the empty ones.
They make names for clause and claws with names.

A corner-post for missal.
Err, behemoth grain.
Eye me not a moment;
then stay, stay.
Don’t push me away when I leave,
creosote and ashes
squeezing out like tears.

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