Consider Not
by Tresha Faye Haefner
April 1, 2011
the futility of coins,
the space between
electron clouds.
Think of the heaviness
of atoms.
Their deep harmonious weight
in the body.
All winter you wear
your wool coat. Drink coffee.
Watch how the hills gather
their fists full
of mist.
The sun setting and rising
on the underside of clouds.
In this place children
chew buttons.
Fog lifts from the trees.
You drink your coffee
and set it down like
an anchor in the wood.
It’s clank is a note rising
from the opera
who’s rhythm never ends,
who’s beginning is the world.
Afternoon Bike Ride
Marty Crandall
Hipstamatic Print
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