what's happened is this
Mark DeCarteret
air not that different than rain
some moss on the railing & stairs
a newt that went wet, wetter
so maybe a sky stopper-shut might suit me
red as a sort of blind, afterthought
I spot a rabbit, its barred sides & twitches
a blot of ink tweezed into blossom
was what I saw any different than?
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After fifteen years of trying to teach Mark is back talking up books semi-professionally.