Dailies 10/5/16: meditations on a mountain, a broken plate, & a dead deer


Alpine – Stav Poleg


This morning she breathes in smoke,
watches how clouds flower

Around her, trees grow like bottles

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Broken Plate- Patrick Moran
il en faut ramasser les debris
— Jean Follain

Freed from its servitude

it no longer thinks


of water or the hands

of a girl who holds it

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Dead Deer – David Groff

Bolt, thwarted vault, late brake,
gasp of impact, temblor of thud—
the beast drops on the blade of hood,
ribs rip from their roots, hearts seize,
the windshield goes dark as an eyelid
curtaining to a horizon of blood,
black glass laced with lightning—

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