Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Improv: Robert Hayden “Those Winter Sundays”

My father used to keep a full beard in his beer swilling days
back when beards were passe and now he talks about
the Mojave and a layer of dried impacted, fossilized, plankton
blown by heavy winds into the rainforest for fertilizer
and he says its the hand of God. How could it not be?
H strokes his goatee, close cropped, expectant.

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