"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing

Tuesday, December 21, 2010



A child would grow up different

here, in the dust and sagebrush,

under a sky that remembers .

the void before the world

Here, he would learn to fill the space,

construct his own linked scarecrows

and send water through their metal arms

so the grass seeds could take root .

He would learn to become the emptiness

to live in the spaces where nothing thrives.

He would take in dust like water,

his eyes fixed on something shining, far away.

                                  -Brent Allard

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