The Very Old
Man, stiff round globe head
hairspill right down from Arctic circle
that spins in wind, fears combs
Woman made of bear leather
fingers are guitar wires
and Gabe maybe Autistic
little glasses and pinchy
face turned slantways
approached. What are you playing? Gabe, oh Gabe
come back from trash bag romance
What song is that you're playing? oh your squinchy cheeks
come back
upthrusts of basalt from old time
peered at fluffed up hoot owl Gabe maybe Austistic maybe
the earthquake that made them
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