Trees

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abstract, Al Filreis, flarf, John Ashbery, Kelly Writers House, prose poem, Prufrock's Dilemma, Some Trees, Susan Scheid

-for Susan

A secret means of communication, tree names on another old-field site; jackrabbits in personal communication.  Many different trees communicate with others  in captivity who have lived to be twenty years old.   Rather than just assuming you communicate, take advantage of the careful planning  with Wild Turkey, or just desire the security of wariness and angst would have been driven to cut off communication.  Twenty years ago, with substantial mysticism, trees communicated with such radical shouting matches listening to the birds or the rustling of the wind, but still had trouble communicating in Japanese.  Mysterious elders will be giving  fruit that allows communication with the tree, with practically any way of communicating  the drama of old age.

Barefoot

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aging, Angela, dukkha, flarf, poetry, prose poem, running barefoot, Yellow House Cafe

–for Angela

There is suffering, frightening, when you run barefoot through muddy accidental condition of wandering.  Walking barefoot, a simple universal experience, she ditched her sneakers.  Before you can even begin to run, walk barefoot everywhere.  This will aid dangerous sports, running away from them.  Imagine running through everything with an orange robe, head shaven, and go about barefoot chasing around in the house, barefoot, like a wet frog in T-shirt and shorts, running away from Nebraska.  The particulars wanted desperately to run from a wondrous thing: to age.  When you run at your own pace, the restricted flow of energy is your guide to free grasping for truth walking barefoot. 

Some believe they must go barefoot, whereas others run because change is the nature of life.