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Three Poems Eric Linsker

Annunciation 1 I forgot it is going to snow I suppose I try saving something a squirrel rubs his face in the bark hearing is only part of the dreams that we're going to achieve the one with our eyes open now you have this tree and you're disappearing subjectivity based on difference among humans and animals everything opens because of you 2 All of the timing is over keys on the dresser going home in the day full of cares how a bell is like or different from a face full of cares other things who ran into the flowers afterwards I stood at the window for a while and wanted to do something one never really gets this far what color are they and do they shift with wings I see myself with my eyes closed pushing in the chair the angel in the sun takes me for given 3 needles in all of the water and lark's sleeve how everything becomes the same underwater an icon on a bill a snail a gun a tile gills a turn a life a fingernail a sweater a dog out of water the pursed eyes the dog the unselfishness the moss the down the nothing the reason you are and the hair on your head the knots of eyes the how I throw a rock in and it changes it changes the mud then it turns around you whose conscience will be bothered by it 4 at this point the rain falling across the bird ethical sadness doing tactility in that the whole thing is a hill in my mouth and the serrating feathers only after you've become the most active thing you've ever been once someone starts laughing he doesn't stop it's not going to be through the eyes 5 Are animals an abstraction the angel that appears and goes away the remainder As far as information about my room goes it is strange to hear something you do not see between a bell and a face from the top of the flight of the sparrows if I want to see both lake and forest I have to exist I open the window barely where are they the top of the tree As long as you keep your end The Wall When a fisherman wants to head out—he stays close to the stone pier—to the beginning the thin event * From beneath your abandon- ment: I touch the wall * The wall—bare and white is what you see about it What do you see about me * If you wait with the robin in the almost- grass: it will sing Accept its version—almost red * You abandon your body in this whole and the stems come from beneath My walls are so bare and white I touch them am against them my palms— * No we have been living this whole time Nobody trusts the ambulance anymore The sound of the emergency like a chair dragged across the floor * For two months now I have not felt right in the worlds. This morning I woke and put my knees down on the billowing floor. This is now the height of being I check for her on the small of my knees. No of course one does not find it * Moon: what the earth does not know Light: what the earth does not know Light: what the moon does not know Moon: the grasses! I know you're already there * I can't get her smell off me. I thrust my shoulder this way this way * When I sally out for a stroll: Cornucopia-spray, haltingly, Sail that kills My first spring on earth * The robin is waiting on the ground with us The trees are not to be touched The thin event that need be done far away is done The weight of the water The weight of the water when outside it For over twenty-four hours a man has been asleep along the river You must leave him behind you The grass leaves you behind as you step onto it leaves you behind The Ends war the absence of speech occurs within the site of speech green fields, under the nettle the strawberry, winders              within the site what was throstle song, the future is tied back with a ribbon, the sea is a single flag, with her hand she is history she sews stars under stars on her hand,              the shore the table in flames, she cuts her hair, that burns, she cuts the ribbon in her hair □