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Aaron Belz
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Tilling Charles Reznikoff's Back Yard

Tilling Charles Reznikoff’s back yard
brought up a dozen lions and several patches
of wildebeest hearts.

The home itself sat lively in endless shadow,
its picture windows gazing half-wittedly
in five directions.

Inside, a phone sang triumphantly,
the sole technological hormone driving
countless blushing shutters.

But my errand had to do with grass,
so I sat and thought alone in endless shadow,
speaking to myself

On the bed of wild violet that formed a border
between Charles Reznikoff’s back yard
and my own,

Making no sound. Making no sound.
Making no sound. As I stood to look around,
verbs fell everywhere.

His awkward roof repelled them blankly,
staring wakefully over the wild, half-witted yard
that formed its bed.

Downfall morphed into downpour, and of a sudden
cartoon-like animals emerged from thickets,
surrounding that home,

and I must have looked like a startled duck,
trees above my head whipping madly,
a car pulling up.

Such a schedule had been in my mind,
such a tedious map, that I could not even hear
the writer at work.

 


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