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The Poems of Norman Clayton
Poetry and insights into poetry
Monday, December 24, 2007
Studying Barbara Guest
Those webs of value
programed
with heavy clock radios
of cobwebs
as we listen to the plants
and the flowers lie
detectoring each leaf so
that they sing to us by
command--only sometimes
they say "fuck you."
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