Thursday, June 01, 2006

3 poems by Joseph Massey

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Aural under-
brush of insects

police sirens
bore a slit through.

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Bee shadows slice
          waterlogged wood
slats piled beside
          lavender tufts.

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Dangled above
the traffic's rasp:

a contrail

a crow

a nail gun's echo.

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