Of A Broken Wheel
A broken limb -
the eye - a wheel carrying you towards that gas station over there -
not that you are on empty but you never know...
There is the impulse to lake - to
find the tree this thing fell from - to
rub the bark across your chest until it reds
The aesthetics of clouds -
epistemology of algae -
There is a greenness in both - the wheel
of the car kneecapping the day - the Emily Dickinsonness of
a broken wheel that is also an eye looking at a broken wheel -
Here death -
Everywhere the sound of cicadas -
How both are ticks along a carved piece of wood -
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