“Wednesday Song”
The heat is mostly gone, and the sky
Hangs light above me, again
And I breathe a little easier, my teeth
And lips do not struggle, my lungs
Fill with dry air, I am not drowning,
Though my mind has gone
For a swim down the avenue,
Through the faces and dresses
That hang like petals I wish the wind
Would blow away, so that I might see
Such wonderful, barren branches,
Sturdy arches of milk, clay, or ebony.
I’ve returned to the imagined crystal alley
Since you left for the coast with a mumbled hug,
From my borrowed bed, to wear
All the leaves I thought I shook off of you.
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for another of Ben’s Field Notes…
“Revised with a New Introduction”
I hate how they separate prefaces
From the rest of the book,
If they aren’t meant to be there,
Why are they included,
Why is the paper spent to treat them
Worse than an appendix?
They are numbered in the Roman fashion,
Elegant yet archaic,
As if the start of the actual book
Marks a new era,
Where pages are done up in the style
Inherited from the east,
The preface is infused
With gratitude and confusion,
A Pagan beginning
That gives rise to a separate Christendom,
Monotheistic with meaning.
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