Maybe I could
Night, trees wave
light
mean snow
boulder
while falling
it lands
A hole in one
one at a time
Soft brown
not all at once
animal skin is
sometimes just one
Rods and cones
The motion
This is
she doesn't say who
incredible
hears her
I love
she hears herself
seeing the dog
Because
Cursing is why
what did you say
I am so burnt out
let us go out
words overheard
I'm here
slow down
stay
Non-stop
upstart
unbelievable word
Once
simple snow
you start
to go on
becomes stopping
enough
Aural discrimination:
you integrate all
Stomp it smooth
the human voices
let mould grow
on the left side
What is in here
And tone and rhythm
piles up
on the right
at the edges
where they say
and overflows
words are meaningless
Bright winds
Juice
push the fences
juices
out a little
they go together
they overflow
they are everything
No end in sight
so begin and
return
I place a call
to ground on
answer me that
the horizon
is anyone there?
Vituperative attack
intended to evade
or evacuate flack
I dreamed of a the
about birth
on time
and continuing
backward
—Steve Benson