Richard Denner The 2River View, 5.2 (Winter 2001)

Hear Them Buzz

With the gums gone the
words within words, no kidding,
the birds chatting with other birds,
          are barely heard.

And though the nose is
green and blue,
itís much too hot to twitch.
          Nothing

Stirs except a bluebottle fly.
The eye in my head
sees me coming toward the river,
          and a sound says,

I will die outside your window.

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