Aaron McCollough
Liberty Bell
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thinking what a crack is
far from anything like a sea
addition subtraction
so rigid
a fold gives up
prodigious black wasps noose
and knot themselves by
the streetlight
conduit box balistraria
climbers, chargers, dismemberers
unwind an echo in
matted leaf and stone
calm permission at the crosswalk:
there is no danger
now you may cross
2
twig across vista
pressing a natural tower beneath which
deposited leaves wilt in the steam
the rumored pinching of
silty bottom fish slipt between nails
an opening and wider,
the valley and the sky spread
against each other against
our point of view:
the veins in a beetle’s wing
in the urinal
3
smell of dish soap
and tupperware
cool hands
this air a reservoir
for preserving
spent meaning still suited
to the remaining time
answers
as traffic
with a butterfly not fluttering
its hands in prayer