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             Went Swimmingly

for Tom Raworth




Shiver of water flowers
on the lake and diminishes.

Crickets shiver in the
pooled air.

Spirit is a bone
spirit is a gland,
stack of pine cone tongues.
A whatnot having seeds
sublingual, can release,

the whole lot flip
up like tiles, spelling out
recurrent names,
all their ways were obtuse

until the west wind blew.


 

 

 

[John Wilkinson teaches at the University of Chicago. His selected poems, Schedule of Unrest, were published by Salt in 2014, and subsequently a pamphlet, Courses Matter-Woven, appeared from Eqipage and in 2016 a U.S. collection, Ghost Nets, from Omnidawn.]

 
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