EXCERPTS


PROCESSIONAL

Stan Crawford


Our feet will teach the road the way to go.
Beneath our names for things are other names
until we reach the place we do not know.

On a day like others we've been shown,
one thing is changed, and nothing is the same.
Our feet will teach the road the way to go.

A seam of slate may verge with soapstone.
Memories will merge into our dreams
until we reach the place we do not know.

Above, the sky is vacant, and below
the blind and halt are gardening. Though lame,
our feet will teach the road the way to go.

Under winter trees, new seed is sown.
Our breathing blends together at the bloom
that grows inside the place we do not know.

The forms our empty hands recall, drawn
from harrowed air. A world is framed.
Our feet will teach the road the way to go
until we reach the place we do not know.

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