What Is Life

and what is life
when unrecorded
not even ash
in the mouth of fire
yet such tendrils of being
warp the personalities
and landscapes
a void yawning presence
a bull rushing headlong into the fence
a ball swift-stricken impacting fence
a dent implying life
or hail
though no words echo strike
and pockmarks fade
what is life
mysterious thread
in the nest of the Robin
beyond the fence tilting through the brush


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