Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Petrarchified

The wave in its lack of offerings is complete
I must remember things like this as they appear
Unintentional pebbly snaps to something clear
In sodium suspension drifts and gripping feet
Marsupial lines through ruderality of street
When stars present themselves as cordially near
Shine me in and perhaps I too shall disappear
Relaxed in company with iron smell’s retreat
Tiny or immense or invisibility
Growing into sight through patio-slat and fence
How is it you can walk as a mind in high flight?
The clink in your ear as small as the puzzling sea
The racking up of dog and car desires grown dense
It is known not to talk if what is seen is right.

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