This poem is taken from PN Review 213, Volume 40 Number 1, September - October 2013.

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David Hayden
1.
tear the, frame the blank sheet
but closer, wrinkles and stains
on the eye or out there
from a distance all is
one tiny flower



2.
percussive sight, that is
violet sky, green brown rods and rustles,
all prior seens thrum behind this one
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