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Talk about the literal
                                       pure sense of the pavement
crushed stones on the ground, green gourds, you’d call it
                                       being on the square
rooted in traffic–self known as you are, but
                                       taught at Julliard,
                                       what might you have done with your book?
If you had had the sense of it
                                       if you had preferred concealment
                                       to interment
what might you have sung?
                                       O provocative wasp
cleft from spun sugar
                                       fallen in snow
like a leaf blower
                                       in bushlight
a spinning top
                                       about the literal
I meant that I’ve
                                       unbuttoned the branches
the leaves
                                       but spoke what they spoke.