This Turning
what one says
depends not on
words the wind
begins it does
not end but
lends itself to
an end this
turning may be
an answer the
sound of intent
so concealed a
word displayed is
only a word
not an end
nor the beginning
Another oldie from the eighties. It seems that even my poetry was thinner then.
O at the Edges 
The form. Fond memories of William Carlos Williams.
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WCW via Prentiss Moore, who wrote many poems in this form.
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I vaguely remember Prentiss Moore through my friendship with Mike Vecchio, but know less than I should of his work.
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Prentiss influenced me in so many ways. And I never even suspected it, until years after.
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