INCLUSIVE OF HELLO AND GOODBYE
\nfor J.W.<\/p>\n
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Three angels manifest themselves at a bar. They make it known No. Three baleen whales, a gray, a blue, & a humpback, No. Three rocks, an igneous, a metamorphic, & a sedimentary, No. Three weeds, a sheep sorrel, a redstem filaree, & a Canada No. Three trees, a Jenny sycamore, a paw paw, & a blossoming pear. . .<\/p>\n An anaconda, a coachwhip, & a Texas blind snake. . .<\/p>\n OK, a swift, a chicken hawk, & a blue jay. . .<\/p>\n OK, OK. Three subnuclear particles appear & do not appear in vibrations at once audible & inaudible to the bartender No matter,<\/em> says the bartender. We, all of us,<\/em> <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cINCLUSIVE OF HELLO AND GOODBYE\u201d originally appeared in POOL, A Journal of <\/p>\n Larry Laurence<\/a> lives in Seattle and works as a rehabilitation\u00a0counselor. Books are Life \u00a0of The Bones To Come,<\/em><\/a> Black Heron\u00a0Press, (a National Poetry Month selection by NACS, National\u00a0Association Of College Stores) and Scenes Beginning With The<\/a>\u00a0<\/em>Footbridge At The Lake,<\/em> <\/a>Brooding Heron Press. Poems appear in\u00a0the anthologies How Much Earth: The Fresno Poets,\u00a0<\/em>Roundhouse Press, Jack Straw Writers,<\/em> Jack Straw Productions.\u00a0Awards include grants from Seattle\u2019s Office of Arts & Culture and\u00a0Artist Trust plus a residency at Squaw Valley Community Of\u00a0Writers. He studied poetry (and growing up) under Philip Levine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" INCLUSIVE OF HELLO AND GOODBYE for J.W. Three angels manifest themselves at a bar. They make it known to the mind of the bartender, This day is our birthday. No. Three baleen whales, a gray, a blue, & a … Continue reading
\nto the mind of the bartender, This day is our birthday.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nswim into a bar. They sing in high-pitched vocalizations & clicks,
\nThis day is our birthday.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nroll into a bar. In Morse code they knock against themselves
\nto the bartender, Today is our birthday.<\/em><\/p>\n
\ngoldenrod, seed themselves at a bar. Utilizing the slight air
\ncurrents available they rustle to the bartender, Today\u2019s. . .<\/em><\/p>\n
\nsimultaneously in various unknowable interstices of realities themselves
\nbarely conceivable at the bar & outside the bar. They harmonize<\/p>\n
\nin such a way to at last, at long last, prove senseless the dichotomy
\nof the observer & the observed, Today\u2019s our birthday!<\/em><\/p>\n
\n gallop terribly against each other\u2019s bodies.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nPoetry.<\/em><\/p>\n