I was cleaning up my place and came upon a poem titled Shoveling Ovens I'd written on 1/27/12.
It needed revision (like my place) and a title change (hmm...maybe I should consider that), so it became...
Tea deep sleep
Waiting rooms shoveling ovens
Sweaters remove satraps
Heavens wait
One two three snore
Lips off onramps
Lambs counting
Reverb off
Salmon days shadow snores left behind
Over doors under shelves rainbows trouting
Before lunch jump
Swimming schools full of underline
Rainbow black
In cross outbacks tables left
No understanding
Deepness sweaters together
Pest pebbles to sleep
Under doors over shelves
Doors stair
In that tea deep sleep.
Denis Streeter 6/5/13
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