Poet Jeffery Beam


I took the apple
from where it fell
& went down
under the grass
under the pasture's last
wave of
goldenrod light
where the mole's
inner sanctum lies
where the apple seed
is a bead of sweat
in the cool earth.

I found there:
the sun & the
third thing.

From Visions of Dame Kind, 1995, The Jargon Society.

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