these crumbling buildings lose
                                  their language;
so, too, our lives in the whip
                                  of vehicle mob
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buzzing by as if to a utopian
                                  space colony,
our great chase to indebtedness
                                   empty vessels:
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we tie on the more practical shoe,
                                   limping for logo,
the supernal lost in us, measuring
                                   distance instead
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with plans of driving the gap to zero
                                   all in one tongue;
we’ve stopped looking at the craft
                                   of old buildings:
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cut them straight now, grind
                                   without noticing
how they once bent windy days
                                   like wildflowers.
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Timothy Dodd is from Mink Shoals, WV. He is the author of short story collections Fissures, and Other Stories (Bottom Dog Press), Men in Midnight Bloom (Cowboy Jamboree Press), and Mortality Birds (Southernmost Books, with Steve Lambert), as well as poetry collections Modern Ancient (High Window Press) and Vital Decay (Cajun Mutt Press). Tim is also a visual artist who primarily exhibits in the Philippines. Sample artwork can be found on Instagram @timothybdoddartwork. His website is timothybdodd.wordpress.com.
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