Circa Later

April 13, 2011 § Leave a comment

Circa Later
By Jeff Barnes
Why did I go natural for you, for me for them, I ask
this grove, the fruit of my field
is lined with arching white and gray walls,
past cubbies, sun-cracked with little hands of flaking plaster
reaching to the earth, my body
dangles, wrapped in a lifetime of sheets.
Now we decompose together
leave our sweet chemical
in a town of twelve hundred
the crowds are gazing, throwing glances
to lighten this summer sky
who we inspired to have no plan.


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