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Monday, February 8, 2010

Old men sleeping in speeding cars





Old men sleeping
in speeding cars,
a hawk on a boulder
dripping with fog,
ten deer
in an autumn meadow,
yellow
aspen,
bishop pines
by the ocean.
These all speak more
as our stiff-
ness re-
laxes
into new birth.
The worth
of things
cracks open
and shows
the intestines.

Glittering
gold
trembling
on darkness.




~ Michael McClure