an experiment in permaculture poetics
Two
in that lake shaped like a fallen leaf
so deep the broken can't break through
waking on a grey sea after unconsciousness
(The town spills into my mind.
I wonder if I can stay here until it's light outside.
Are those pomegranates in the trees? Are those pomegranate trees?)
yet no one gave us instructions on how to prepare them
the land itself indifferent to our histories—
a battle for symbols, but the symbols were real
(Oh Lucy, we'll tell it more than slant.
Get all my quarters and wash my pants.
Unfortunately the world could not be found.)
in the smallest possible floating world
the snowflakes—how they fall, submit themselves to snow
what is your hope for the next hundred years?
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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 Two. 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 Two.
For more on Spiral Orb and for the next submission period, see What Is.