Bill Knott

(1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)

Space - Poem by Bill Knott

From the trees the leaves came down
until we joined hands with a wand
and that act enabled them
somehow then to reach the ground

where they scuttered round our feet
urging the latter to unite
with a baton as if that act
together with the hands can clasp

a dowsing-stick cut from the same
branch from which we launched
converging on gravity's purge-point

at which point we merged to remove
all consonants from our star-maps.
The infinite consists of vowels alone.

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    (Space by Bill Knott.) **Just lovely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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