by now even the ground
deep under the ground has dried.
the grass becoming green
.
does not quite remember the last year,
or the year before, or the centuries
that kept passing over. all of these blades thought
that america’s grief over the ruptured
.
flesh of its leaders
was another wind going into the sky.
a rabbit stiffens
.
with hard sorrow up from the grass
and runs. well,
it is another spring and in the clouds
.
it is the ranging spectacle of a crowd
of congressmen accusing one another, each
moving in his own shadow against the next.
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