Dailies 7/14/17: socks, a spooling hum, carrying water to the field, & an entreaty to forget your life’s obsession w/decay

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Margaret Ross – Socks

 

The socks came in a pack of five.
What is the most boring subject
possible? Translucent blue
with punctures pierced to shape
a star around the ankle.

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Lynne Potts – Spooling Hum 

You know night city’s hum rounding Market

to Embarcadero through alley throats,

mouthfuls of trash.  You hear soft

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Joyce Sutphen – Carrying Water to the Field

And on those hot afternoons in July,
when my father was out on the tractor
cultivating rows of corn, my mother
would send us out with a Mason jar

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Clint McCown – Crossing Braddock Run

On the far bank
*****of Braddock Run
*****in high summer
***you might find
***the deep satisfaction

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