THE RED HEART
THE MAN WHOSE PATH WAS ON FIRE
James
Reaney
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I CHING SYMBOL
Dispersion Limitation (Dissolution)
I am the he
whose parts are scattered
hopelessly, entrails
fouling the well.
I have been waiting
for my friends to find the poem, & now,
with the mention of music,
they come, as if in boats
fashioned of fired-out tree trunks,
borne by a wind
across the lake
The image
is of dispersion, like the seeds
on the wind, caught,
we go forth, our gestures
shaped by the wind
to a dance.
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