blog of poet, leah umansky

What one delivers or de-lives

to make sure one does not go plain

This could all be accusatory – I could scorn diagonally.

All the being and the doing: five- petaled, hunger-laden; tramp-like, trampled, tramped-on

The  grand-braided everyday travail,  

This could be complimentary:

a scene for the rustic; the shine-delivered. When life sinks; go a-knucklewalking and oil it all down; 

                                                                                Be slippy.

No regrets.  Beneath my all-flexible; unfathomably deep flanks

there is a guide moved,                                                                or a guided move

a honey-stalked teetering

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Coming for my other hand?

….a braying

–    —     –

                Then.

 Stop your mouth.