One line for all
the caravans of the internet—
its wavy shadow.
Looking at bird tracks,
I feel a certain anxiety
of influence.
I chew on a piece
of congealed black cherry sap
from a head-sized burl.
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Contemplating your new poems and what you’re up to… Really like the congealed black cherry sap and burl.
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Thanks. The sap is actually really tasty: subtly flavored, faintly sweet, and somewhat like chewing gum except you don’t have to spit it out — it dissolves in a couple of minutes. Nothing at all like pine resin, which it superficially resembles.