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Because I Come and Go
by M. Klosner
Because I come and go
I find myself
Shaped like an acorn
Or the brotherly similes of
curved brown furrows
With a blue tractor upon them

Not the blue of skies
Far from it
Rather the bruised blue
of the Madonna
in a church
in summer
Where candles flicker

The simple brown cap of the acorn
belies monkish self confession
of crimes of passion
Non-existent
When measured against the earth

After the tractor is rust
discarded along the brushy fence row
Weeds and small trees
Grow to the machine
As if around an accident
witnessed by no one


Copyright 2000 Manitou Publishing Co. & M. Klosner • All Rights Reserved.

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