Jared Stanley
Say no to snow,
Help america vote yes
To lissome-plain grandeur.
Folderols fold in
Under flashlights.
The center of the ends of the earth,
Out here among the innocent and cutting
Rushes in the marges
Fold up what's all good.
A shift of ground and carpet scraps.
No discovering pleasing here.
Rather, increase the specialization dance:
Diminishment graces the poetry of it.
The fruit-like nut of this tree
Why are people's bodies
More bodies than trees are.
Energies slough, fruit-like,
And I love history
And the historienne, sloughing
And unforgettingly.
& as for we who love to be given pause,
Suddenly, we feel less like strangers
under cameras.
