Poetry
Jeremy Sigler
How much does
a barking
tree overhear
in winter when
its leaves
disappear their
orange organics
grow brown
this town has
lots to say
but nothing
to mean I
mean everything
meanders all
at once the
snow is melting
back to brown
a few white
shapes withheld
from water
wonder what’s
up beyond the air
and this intensifying
season will
bring something
really new
when the seeds
crack back
through brown
down layers and
next time I
wont let the
dancer meander
too far from
the motion
Contributor
Jeremy SiglerJeremy Sigler is a poet, critic and teacher living in Brooklyn, New York. His long-awaited analysis of the poetry of Carl Andre is forthcoming from Sternberg Press.
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