Excerpt from Animate, inanimate aims

by Brenda Iijima

from "Panoply"

A price of sky
On fire
The temperature is 77
Degrees by this pond

Winter

Ironweed amasses

In the midst of glassy
Sex: still lives the lives
And lives living among
Torpor and exquisite
Rectitude managing
Amid man and man-made
Structure, against the air
And personal rhythm
Just now their tomahawk
Wind. Plenty of our losses
Barren and apparent for the
Half-eaten scars they leave
Trees they level. A burden
(to say the least)
For birds. Ethereal
Lyric/ would
Be birds, within

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Unicorn milieu of young girls
Slender horns never
Antagonistic
Magic later, erasure, wood
Betony
Ennui's and whim helm
Umbrella, an aura aura
Blending with
Experience, trunks and trees
Their limbs
Bell-like nodding
Cup-like up right
Shivering...molten...
Melded captive: this afternoon's
Persian ponies of cream
Magnolia overflow
Silk. A cactus shows
Her cool waist. A tiny
Wooden peg
Props the chair

º

Phaedra's point (
And of departure (
Eyes singed by sight

3 gamma rays send
A whole lot of holidays
Entails how green is held
Over in spring. Branches
Flinch how much I want
You, you sir. How will
You repay my cruelty
Green for green is
Lorca overlooking
From a balcony
Made of castaway shadows
Tease presence teases
When this happens
Chariots pursue you

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Relapsing mirrors
Lacquered isolates imprint
Cordon for dove thing
Cognitive cluster sta-
Bility pro-
Cedure por-
Trait and port-
Rait, portrait
Coveted diaphanous soul
Theme/ willing lobes

The seal
Hunters distrusted the meat
We, ocean running
Celebrated before sleeping
Scoundrels penetrate the gate
With stealth plunder
The apples in the orchard
Our concordant lives
Composes eyelids, Iliads
Oculus is occupation
Empire burgeoning

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