| Robert Diebold
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| Honey I found a tang of small clover honey which fell from God's dark plumage and I find I need to examine this golden ochre jewel for debris and pollen and other minute fragments of God's beard or bee's legs This may be my nature today's nature This will be my source This may erupt into my void and occupy me with an abundance with a stocky fullness and a bouquet of watering dance music I have noted a similar effect from sea spray and occasionaly the moon's rays This is not your tobacco sweetened with molasses nor is this sweetness excreted by aphides or ants Fluid yellow simple and handsome Thick and sticky and handsome upon my thin wrist and chin |
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Copyright © 2000 Diebold Previously published in Sonoma Mandala by Sonoma State University (Spring 1996) All Rights Reserved |
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