Practice Pieces

Yes I have been writing
in black chalk on a cloudless sky:
HERE I AM
but the rain turned my words to soot
streaking the faces of buildings.

I wrote the calligraphy of willows in gold leaf
stroking pavement:
HERE I AM
scattered by the wind and piled
into smoke-flavored heaps.

I'm practicing to learn how to write
large and small in each viscid swirl
and echoed thump thump in the flow of liquid
through the first chamber of four:


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