Today's poem is by David Kutz-Marks

Rules for Arcadia

Treat people as though
each were a small whorl of leaves.

As if there were a forge inside,
man with bellows and hammer

eking out shields
to quilt the condemned shack

of somebody's body he lives in.
As though by the time

they swing from rusted hooks,
they are themselves gilt green

by the green world's breathing.

Copyright © 2012 David Kutz-Marks All rights reserved
from The Carolina Quarterly
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