Thursday, October 9, 2008

Journal: June 1971

Some later Paul Blackburn: water, shade and glints of sun:

Men with shovels directed a stream

of sizable pebbles into the excavations

about young new-planted mountain ash trees

set mid-quad in the concrete

from a dump truck .

I brought back home

a single rhododendron bloom that had fallen .

Outside the cellar door, I spoke to a bee, he
danced before me, crotch to face, he checked me out, he
buzzed, I talked, he sat
in my beard for a moment . We
talked. I wanted to go inside . I told him
so . I did .


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