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John M. Bennett
TASTE THE SHADOW AT TIME’S CENTER / 1





enter the he re

song of dirt plas
tic bottles gleam
in weeds my
fartless neck my
cloud dog rises
in the dis tant l
unch a bone
rolls up rolls
down the be
ach









turn in the wind

form w as lost
co mida invisible
los huesos pes
cados ar roz á
brame la lencgua
ay sh ape ay n
est ay cu
caracha who
waits form e










the wind is a hose

who w rites for m
e who the c oma
enters quién la
tumba co me la
abre la barre con
manguera it’s a
storm of walking
sand it’s light’s
in version

and a face ch oked by
trees





 
 
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