{"id":963,"date":"2010-11-05T18:01:43","date_gmt":"2010-11-05T18:01:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/"},"modified":"2010-11-05T18:01:43","modified_gmt":"2010-11-05T18:01:43","slug":"michael-brownstein-1110","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/michael-brownstein-1110\/","title":{"rendered":"Michael Brownstein, 11\/10"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Cloud Stones<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The blue sky holds within reach<br \/>\na cloud infested lining<br \/>\nfull of insolence and incest.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes things that sparkle<br \/>\nhold a journey at its center,<br \/>\ncrisp and bright, wrinkled and angry<\/p>\n<p>and the dead are not always worried.<br \/>\nThere are days they study their hands,<br \/>\ntheir bones both blue and clear.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Self Indulgent, Full, Dark and Bright<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>We who eat of this dank dark and rummage near the sea<br \/>\nand litter with betrayal and silence,<br \/>\npervert the strength in wings of gulls,<br \/>\nthe claws of hawks, the hard shell of ants on parade,<\/p>\n<p>dance and sing and throw confetti,<br \/>\ncolor rivers green, build hillsides of aspen and pine,<br \/>\ndraw feathers and fire, and separate sunlight<br \/>\ninto sky and water to allow the rain to come.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t bother us. We have much to finish,<br \/>\ncan&#8217;t you see this truth?<\/p>\n<p><em>Michael Brownstein <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cloud Stones The blue sky holds within reach a cloud infested lining full of insolence and incest. Sometimes things that sparkle hold a journey at its center, crisp and bright, wrinkled and angry and the dead are not always worried. There are days they study their hands, their bones both blue and clear. 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