Non-Combatant Commandments
Bird.
Beach.
Rook caws in still leafless woods behind.
Grind
out the search
for salient
anomalies hide in background noise.
Force
your ears
to the wind
your listening outside the predesigned.
Beach.
Bird.
Coin-hoard of slate dislodged by the purling sea.
See
mica
glitter
in fingerfalls of sand so lyrically
unclutter
alien
inclusion.
Lie-low blackthorn above the tide.


April 2003
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