from New Goose

from New Goose

The land of four o’clocks is here
the five of us together
looking for our supper.
Half past endive, quarter to beets,
seven milks, ten cents cheese,
lost, our land, forever.

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There’s a better shine
on the pendelum
than is on my hair
and many times
. . . .
I’ve seen it there.

–Lorine Niedecker