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II
In the past I was
forbidden to write on a slant. Perhaps
that is why my body has bent instead of the writing;
and why I have remained stooped in the midst of things
that stand straight - the letters of a Roman alphabet.
III
It is windy. Traditional
grammar says that the wind
is the real subject.
It, the apparent subject.
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IV
It is nothing. Scary
because it is hollow beneath what
it seems, it marks the wheat with a shadow of cloth that
the wind stirs. It is the guardian of words and grammar.
V
At the edge of the
sodden field, the irises were in
bloom. From far off, ragged children waved bouquets
at the motorists. Between passing cars, with slings and rocks, they
used the scarecrow as a target. |
