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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