an experiment in permaculture poetics

 

 


Eleven

 

 

no electricity, raindrops

 

          branch the yard toward

 

          fondness, that is,

 

                    stranded

 

          turning asphalt into

 

 

 

a place (usually), a thing

 

spontaneous mortals

 

unprepared

 

          (mountain)

 

pinnacle and

 

its slow devouring

 

 

 

tell it to me

 

in the silt near the surface

          

~~~~~

Spiral Orb is an experiment in juxtaposition, interrelationships, and intertextuality—a cross-pollination. This opening poem composts fragments from each of the pieces in Spiral Orb Eleven. Standing also as the table of contents, each line is embedded with a hyperlink to its original poem. Once at each poem, you will find links to the other poems in Spiral Orb Eleven .

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For more on Spiral Orb, see What Is.