Negation, all fulfilled desire
gold with a heart of cinder.
Everything suggests something else.
When the weeds sprawl
it is not what you think.
The dust motes float
and swerve in the sunbeam
because I say we rather than they;
They change the color of your dream:
We is whiplash
and backhanded ways of settling grief.
Very present like a dark poem,
far and unreadable just out
at the edge of this poem floating.
And it is this rocking back and forth
to take in to sate the mouths
of humid heavy air and the wing music
of bees and flies.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.
Tomorrow waits with a big broom.
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This Cento contains lines from the following poets:
Shirley Geok-Lin Lim, Robert Frost, AF Moritz, Muna Lee, Carl Sandburg, Karen Volkman, Lee Herrick, WS Graham, Susan Donnelly, Alison C Rollins, Ha Jin, Jean Garrigue, Jacob Saenz
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