They could not shut them, elephant feet not my own, no, not
\nyou either like a reindeer these belong to a higher order, poor
\nEdda before the butterfly in the mirror able only to recognize
\nhome in its reflection, material, not moral elements, yes trout
\nbut what about salmon? I loved you and you just slept a long
\ngreen sound out over the lake, you gave the lake a spine. Animals
\nhave a country more complete than ours say the people at home,
\nthat dogs are generous, cats make intuitive decisions. Still, for
\nthe flax chaff, he didn\u2019t know what to do with his hands, and
\nopted convivially for the wash. They were approaching the end
\nof the stick used to measure their patience as a sort of lifespan,
\nmusing upturned in the morning dew who might be
\nbrought to them and the thoughts each carried. It seemed
\nan impossible scene rendering vaguely a shovel renting the earth
\nflinging clods into the neighbor’s yard, insisting upon this. Then
\nto me, he squints because he is left-handed and leaves sour
\nthe parade of bodies seeking refuge. Romanticism is a nice salve
\nto sanity, a border-comedy of laudatory miscegenations of the mind
\namong listenings to two lira repeated in the cave \u2013 the smell of soup
\nbrands a people, sick beast the night was, birds loftier than man
\nfor all his puffed-up malingering. I don’t see the need of it, down
\ncompartment, took note feeling the space to be filled more
\nas an opportunity to define this tunneling than to dwell on what
\nwas in it, though I am only borrowing these gloves, chains
\nto the ocean in a collective dream. Shadowed nonetheless, they
\nroot in my old age, corrupt glory white shine of the rosy plump
\ndarling set among the swinging sea, humans on land like dumb
\nbuoys looking for balls in depth barred by their floating nature
\ntombs, poor Edda, flax chaff stuck to me in weekly sketches,
\nchickens chirping on the steppe so many millions with me in bed
\ntheir feathers derange my senses, and no longer tickle. Was that
\nwistfulness in my voice, or the fabled sigh accepting that long road
\nextends unchanging? A tall old lout holds in his mouth a solitary joy
\nso many sparrows share, who flee to the sea, flies on a sheet to stay.
\nIf one can speak of irony in connection with ghosts and green ghostly
\nthings, they appeared bigger because they actually were so. Now
\nI like being afraid. What are the words to the new green songs, oh,
\nthe lanterns position themselves, create the water\u2019s having corners.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Darcy Eldridge studied English at Purdue. She currently lives in New Orleans, Louisiana where she works as a photo developer.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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