Academic journal article Field

A Quiet Pond

Academic journal article Field

A Quiet Pond

Article excerpt

When you throw a stone

into a quiet pond

we drive a truck

onto a frozen lake.

And we, we speak clearly

into the red phone.

We've had those wolves

shoved down our throats before.

Elvis, eating peanut butter,

still has high hopes.

Most people don't live in New York.

Deer licking water from a fucking pond.

After

a Lutheran soup

and pie supper fund raiser

Jesus sweeps up. He knows

they'll leave some hay behind

Choy's Wigs Wigs Wigs,

owing to its common usage.

Jesus, playing with a baby.

He jumps on his bed like a fish

out of a pond. This

is my body. Take it with

a grain of salt. No more scanning

through every frequency

in a new city.

On an oxbow lake

a stipend is paid upon teaching.

We are self-absorbed

into a steady stream.

To do my best,

to do my duty, as in

to obey the law at all

times and to help other people.

To push a spoon

through the ceiling.

To give the spoon away.

The stream will not give up.

A stream is doing work

that can't be done

any other way. …

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