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Poem: How to know birds

ending on the idea of you already know this bird- the already knowing. The needing to look at all of the external details but in reality you know it inside of yourself the entire time

Title: Stages of the End of Night and Coming Day

second stanza:

colors of cattle can be seen. / sunrise / dew dries / cattle go out

And because my computer and me are both brief in this world, / both foolish, and we have earthly fates, / Because I have let it move in with me right in the tent, / And it goes with me out every morning; / We fill up our baskets, get back home, / Feel rich, relax, / I throw it a scrap and it hums.

"What got to me about the Bomb was too much power
And then temptation there to be...the first."

someone napping with his chainsaw after lunch

you already know this bird

"studied the nuances of power"

semis rumbling in the corners