Old Boards

Old Boards

    —after Robert Bly

1.

I love to see old boards on the earth
After the long winter, they reveal
Their flanks like elephants
In the privacy of beasts

2.

I come from the animal
Undeciphered light
Is the animal
I want to rub my hands on these boards

3.

The boards tell us to keep quiet
It will be alright in the end
Walk in the creature sadness
Like ants in their shadow armor

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