"I used to feel I was goofing off unless I held only to the hard, clear image, the thing you could put your hand on but now I dare do this reflection" ( Lorine Niedecker, Correspondence)
Say, Zuks! the upper limit of what--
pine's third limb down
(banking right & lithe)
or wing's phish?
Every vowel bit (with the nerve to
to do it!) won't empty
into You. That's that
Again, if she only saw better, you'd
see oval-eyed & fair
were not for thee
And "better shine" than this, plumper
she'd made already since
it's all heart & all likeable
and you're
not. And a fracturing you'll always go,
without wing. But, Zuks
ever find why she's pine
to your "swamp"?
