8/20/2019 Poema a Few Creatures

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The fly flies naturally within an empty space.The deranged dog barks without pertinent purpose

to a velvet light.Two trembling tenants forgive the landlord

 before stabbing him in the neck.

These are the sounds I hear when I fly,

 when I bark, when I sharpen the bristleof the knife.

I reduced the cramped curve of an eyeto a sad linein my face.

I see the sky,I am seen by the sky.Clouds surround me.

 A white volume resembling my mother;

or a broken column;

or a squirrel running under the sunlight.

 A few creatures