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Lime Tree Prisons, etc.

looking
at green leaves
remembering the mundane use of CO2

drifting
up from voices that are

far below this tree

Occupying my vision
which

actually should be deep
inside the empty words from books and
those tired epithets of •••

and Unable

to see any farther than these
leaves

no buildings or even sunlight because

rain is falling aiding the obscurity

Wondering if the

wetness really helps the breath
accomplish the
almost smell of green

I

Buddy Glass '70