Me and Mine
I wrote this after reading Ezra Pound. I'm wondering how much of this imitation is my voice and how much is effective imitation.
Me and Mine
Flames wrap the skylark assent,
a vertical path to romance.
Its love-punctuation pierces the air,
a squash-ball mating call:
trill-twill, peep, crrrllllll;
declaring a square of wheat its own.
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