a postmodernist masque for robert bly & that ilk
after a poetry workshop on translation, Ball State University, 1978
ilk & counting
ephemeral saxifrage
blowing through
field after field
somewhere iron robert
translates heaven into fog
ripening to scant
scent fruit twirling
into a whirl
even iron robert
cannot bend the wind
stars back-biters
bromides rock
rock in barrel
where does iron robert
keeps his semi-colons
after barrel
somewhere a magic bee
stood on green pollen
iron robert floats
like a goat in a moat
Linda's Literary Home 
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