He told me he had spent the afternoon
interviewing students for Art School
Only one, he said,
this boy who brought a large, sealed box
you put your hands through a couple holes
to feel inside
polythene bags
full of his own shit

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After the Earth

After the earth
the manic scent
of summer's bustle

After the silence
enchanting songs

After ruggedness
the sensuous touch
of city madness

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Rivercraft tie to trees
Air, edged by swamp,
slurs with want

As always, hope, like a phantom,
glides from deep into light sky

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