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 To sit still

 

To sit still
to have the flame in front
To enter the flame
and burn up what is unnecessary

To sit before a window
through the glass a northern pine, bare rocks
and way up out of the city white bears
and reindeer

To sit before a window
high above a gothic street
which sweats the southern sounds
of stretched night time
the ring of butane sellers
and other voices
bouncing betwee the cheeks of the houses.

A wild goose flaps its urgent wings
and mounts the air
to gain sky
above a group of trees at the field's edge
and airborne , aims singularly where it must.

 

julyen hamilton