Creo que si … I believe
it will rain
tomorrow … I believe
the son of a bitch
is going into the river …
I believe All men are
created equal–By your
leave a leafy
shelter over the exposed
person–I’m a
believer creature
of habit but without
out there a void of
pattern older
older the broken
pieces no longer
salvageable bits
but incommensurate
chips yet must
get it back together.
…
As it gets now impossible
to say, it’s your hand
I hold to, still
your hand.
from Creo by Robert Creeley
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Photo by Sandra Peterson Ramirez.