Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Ledge. How is a collection of poems like a ledge?

It enjoys the privilege of a shelf or precipice. My grandmother said she heard that collected poems have been observed scuba diving in a reef.

Suspect yet charming like certain foods. I'm thinking blood oranges. Pineapple mint.

1 comment:

  1. He lives of the ledge
    this old friend of mine
    alone in a sunlit room
    writing out his virtues

    today at 71

    tuna sandwiches and chips
    up in the hillside rental
    a predilection for cowboy hats
    tells his mother's country nothing