Blast Poem by Kay Ryan

Kay Ryan

Kay Ryan

San Jose, California
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Kay Ryan
San Jose, California
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Blast



The holes have
almost left the
sky and the blanks
the paths—the
patches next to
natural, corroborated
by the incidental
sounds of practical
activities and crows,
themselves exhibiting
many of the earmarks
of the actual. This
must have happened
many times before,
we must suppose.
Almost a pulse
if we could speed
it up: the repeated
seeking of our several
senses toward each
other, fibers trying to
reach across the gap
as fast as possible,
following a blast.

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Kay Ryan

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