THREE POEMS BY THE PINES

Collaborations by Phil Cordelli & Brandon Shimoda



of Lily

Imports of tulips, their petals drawn

In indignant blues

Prick shallowly wedges of upturned rock



The sound of water beneath the gurgling

A buried, half-hell spring



In the meadow below, a hewn gem

Filled incongruously with milkmaid lungs




of Blue Pod

You are illegal: the mesh traps

The narrow fish contain the curtaining

Each cordoned body manners a horse, withdrawn

Into their marbled gums we, specifically, were asked to remain



It seems hardly a thing to rest

Ourselves upon, so, dammit, speak!



of Ending

This was all prior to the travertine dykes

Bound above bigelow, edging along

The outbound rills

Wanting recumbency: clipped and re-rooted

Secure, half-waxy checkers



You emerged V-shaped from an inscrutable passel

And/or I went nodding, but only slightly



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