Celia's Suite

Celia from 'A' 
  tenures the lot
Standing near those Grey
  Bay's rocky scabs
slapp'd by tide
Stagnant water
  Green at the feet.

 Into time too
From womb birth'd
briefly hearts
  Remark regularly,
Geiger counter

Measuring, drone
Circulating 
A style that too
  Tho pound for
Pound bests itself

Croons when moored
  Hits the deck when able;
Dies. After all, that's 
Part of circulations 
Verse & volt what

 Did they do
The songs from strings 
 The blood bells the 
Thin pines at work,
   ’44 ash magnum 
Coiling skyward?

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