David Roderick Biography

Loot my point of view,
hove my heart
free from its hived booth
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I'm not interested in sadness,
just a yard as elder earth,
a library of sunflowers
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In flowerbeds we crowd, some praying,
some bowing as the world, minute as it is,
stays in motion: box stores doing business,
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First, a black mark in the sky,
a speck that grows
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Basho said to refuse a prayer until its warmth hunches inside like
a bird in its hutch. First the fledgling is born, then the worm, then they
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