#standing-for

[knargavin]

yourself away. We are exactly what we are, as you suspected, and— like that—the world obliging with its fair examples: rain and, under it, the yard an overnight field of mushrooms, the wet of them, the yellow- white of, the nothing-at-all, outside themselves, they stood for.

From Carl Phillip’s “Loose Hinge” in Rock Harbor (2002)