Friday, December 30, 2011

Fold. What makes a poem fold?

Time and/or fingers if the poem be printed.
Do poems have folds? As many as memory, crevices. Think of this as an ear fold. Think of this as a poem hugs itself.

What food is folded? Eggrolls. Dumplings of all kinds & cultures. Tacos. And sometimes, a peanut butter & jelly sandwich crafted from one slice.

1 comment:

  1. unto an embrace

    every shell a story washed away

    timbre falling through

    and though the stranger walks by

    some brightened buckle

    beds down by the woodbox

    and morning stills the cries