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By Bonnie Enes
Poets, musicians, artists
an obsessive lot
look at Monet’s 23 haystacks
Seek the source, root,
core, rub your nose in it,
smell the damp sweetness,
put an ear to it, hear
a song of drying, ease fingers
into the steaming wet heat
feel it give, fold, then burrow
inside a reed.
Wrap in it like a cocoon, roll
in it like silt, scrape it
under finger nails like fish scales,
breathe it in like musk, slide it
onto your tongue like honey, let it
fill your heart like the cry
of a birth, and shed its skin on paper
like a rattlesnake.
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Document last modified on: 02/10/2004