Do Not Know

      We do not know what
      to do anymore---
      the high, evening voices
      of the crickets
5     silver again
      to grass.  Grass and time.
      A small, humped
      frog is croaking
      above the circle of his
10    swimming.  Everything--
      everything is left
      undone,
      The small,
      red, perfectly predicted
15    perfectly in place, red
      line of thought still ties
      the 12 fat apples
      to a bending limb.
      3 dogs at a hollow distance
20    bay
      to shake the leaves.

 

From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

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