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Aaron Rench

Understanding GRAVITY

There's lumber in the grass, not wet
but great with gravity. Board splash,
the falling timber tears blue nets
of molecules—sky sliced by ash

unlit but yet it bursts with weight.
And then there's cobs and cobs of yel-
low, bowing stalks re-topped with freight,
the law-defying corn like bells

hanging in their ringing green husks.
And then there's all those boys who've tum-
bled with the force on hills at dusk;
they played till every limb was numb.

Aaron Rench lives and writes in Moscow, Idaho.

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