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Sport 42: 2014
Iffy Iterations
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Iffy Iterations
The fluffed-up sparrow puddling splashily
(watery wingding or wet kerfuffle?)
impinges not a bit
on whatever the weather thinks it’s doing.
That I dreamt I was drunk again (again)
is worth recording (or not):
my inner troughs and cisterns brimmed
with sweetness and light (for which read joy),
with sweetness and light (for which read bliss
and thrilled belief in bliss),
the red heart trusting blood and what blood knows,
the red heart trusting blood and what blood knows.