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Jack Collom's "12-21-94"


Crazy writings on the mottled, lighted sky,
Romantic slate, are trees, bare, ruined choirs
Perhaps but also branch essentials.  Why
Question their configures, their live wires

To us all, this morning? Sheer potential
Holds the sky in fragments - actualized
In rough, black bark.  Eftsoons torrential
Sap will climb, and all be notarized.

Before I rose I spotted out my skylight,
By chance of space, just cast in arms of sumac,
Star-triangle marked on morning twilight
Attenuate, a turn I took as runic.

It's not the thinness, much, that makes it "mine";
It's more the variation (angle, line).