LEICA Poem by Barbara Guest

LEICA



Others about the embarking
have reasons.

I holding shreds
carpenter leavings.

Motions in the wind,
wave rolling

disturb sad plots,
disturbing sad plots.

Desolate places
on the grass
where birds are a light,

Gather in midsummer,
wood shingles,
visionary house.

Taking glances
from tree to eave,

bicyclist, car,
dark green spots

for the movement
of window.

Mowing bitter edges, too.

It passes,
whatever it is.

Sums.
Day divided by night.
Corn ears.

Whichever decides.

Constructed of film
splices.
Day or night.

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Barbara Guest

Barbara Guest

Wilmington, North Carolina, United States
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