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LAVA
I wake on
the futon,
a stream
of ants shining
to the baseboard from
the cut in my palm.
MOON
moon
From The Blue Rock Collection (Salt Publishing, 2004). Copyright © 2004 by Forrest Gander. Used with the permission of the poet.
Green spring grass on
the hills had cured
by June and by July
All the while he talks to
the boy, their son, on the phone,
she is interrupting, telling him something
to say, not to say, indicating
that she needs to talk to the boy
herself. Rather than dampening
her enthusiasm or trying
to listen to both at once, finally
To see what’s there and not already
patterned by familiarity— for an unpredicted
whole is there, casting a pair of shadows, manipulating
its material, advancing, assembling enough
kinship that we call it life, our life, what