Each section of this series was created from notes/letters I recycled into poems. Each recycled note/letter has its own section, (aside from the last, which combines two short letters) and is in the consecutive order inwhich the originals were received...
Recycled: yourwordsmywords
I ...or so it goes
Dear Sarah
A house that sleeps 20 fish so I opened
it to see if it was blank, got good seats in water
that I love, I love I am going, I am going
to write you You can read
about the flood/ You can delete the building, float
down interstate I can’t follow
Everyone who can get free is going is going/ Down below
I never left, got tickets
The island sleeps My biggest fear?
Birds for winter that break on their feet
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II Hands that close
Dear Sarah
I am again reminded/ To hand-pray/ We will be hand-healed
I have cards from underneath/ Hands that close/ Close both hands
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III The very grateful cliff
(Dear You
I was rock filled I was grateful
caving near headwaters/ The sweetest
kitty of the gorge I was river so pretty
The days of making nature there, the very grateful cliff
My underside pretty hurt where you and uncle went
to medicine/ Couldn’t tell/ Pretty critical I went flying
out the little dog door)
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IV Blog blog
Dear Sarah
I have read two cats died on your blog/ Need to get them out, huh? Beat the heat on your blog? The river is where
we went white on your blog/ Are you still sore?
The Ocoeeee takes a long time to heal/ Are you commissioned?
Out spring
on your hot blog/
I have read all the hope poetry/You?
Well, blog blog
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V Book a face, (sung in rounds)
Dear Sarah
Book a face, friend a book
Be a face, book a friend
Friend a thank, book me be
I love you I love
Love you I love I
You I you I love love
Letting me Letting me Letting me be
Your face Your face Your face book friend
Your friend Your friend Your friend again
I love you I love
Love you I love I
You I you I love love
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VI Verbulated
Dear Sarah
I plan to download, print, frame, display, capture, post, dive, wreck, love, the photos of you--your essence at the beach
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VII I feel connected again
Dear Sarah
I’m back I know you read I’m happy to hear our funny home I thought deleted thought you blocked my face
Your new poems I feel I feel connected again
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VIII For your birthday
Dear Sarah
would you like the bottom of the hill? A farm, a car,
or a hitherpat tart?
The pretty white house on the right hand side
right before you start up?
Looks in good shape on its outside, but
I know nothing else
brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI especially like the one sung in rounds. I could hear the singsongy flow of it as I read.