Paul Hoover: past tense, past time

Fall '08 TOC

that which passes
            collects somewhere
waiting for its meaning
            how’s this for a thought
poetry tears the cloth
            even as it repairs it

you don’t have to buy it
            to break it
it’s a broken season
            too far past beaucoup
love’s angel is firm
            a beautiful sound, doloreuse

mirror rhymes with error
            erde with  mére
to touch the first land
            you must have swum far
earth’s distant as a star
            where all the crimes occur
there are other trees
            beyond the trees we see

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