A Plot Against the Robots (after Wallace Stevens) -Britton Shurley
March 4, 2013, 7:47 am
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First Girl

When I hear their metal boots

clacking through the garden,

trampling down the daffodils,

I will dance by this patch of violets;

I will call down hours of rain.

Their rusty knees should halt them.

Second Girl

I will set the herbs ablaze—

the lemon thyme, the chocolate mint,

the blooming pineapple sage.

I will hand them fistfuls of lavender;

they will not know what to say.

Third Girl

I will play them a tune

on my broken harmonica;

I will write them the words for a song.

If only one would start to hum

like the sweet, green legs of crickets,

even you & even I

would begin to come undone.


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