Collage
I have just been crushed by
a purple leaf
that fell
from a tree
that had
grown to such a
height that
one would consider
it unthinkable
to
attempt to climb
it.
Moreover,
there was a lumberjack
chopping away at the
bottom
of this tree,
trying to fell
it
to build
a collage that
would resemble the
color and
texture of his face.
(September 1965)RHYTHM
I just walked
through
a door
that was nailed
closed by
iron seeds of
a
puzzled martyr who
remains uncertain of
his purpose as he
follows his
furrow into a
horizon that
contains
no line,
no sun,
no clouds.
(August 1965)
--Chuck Keen
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