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“I wanted to make a surrealist nature film about the interplay of elements. I wanted to listen in on the ways in which the air and the water might listen to each other.”

—Eric Baus

The Forest Formed Gills

The ventriloquist’s vines fled to an address on the floor of a cumulus pond. The forest formed gills. The tentacles muttered. Eat a bee. Try to project the tiniest star deep beneath this fence. The ravaged shadows repaired in the shade. The numb panorama rewound.

Copyright @ 2014 by Eric Baus. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on September 2, 2014.

Copyright @ 2014 by Eric Baus. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on September 2, 2014.

Eric Baus

Eric Baus

Eric Baus is the author of The Tranquilized Tongue (City Lights, 2014). He teaches at Regis University and lives in Denver, Colorado.

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