Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Why is she thinking of broth and eventide outlining the neighbor's house?

Because both are poems.
Both nourish.
Both feed the senses.
Both whisper "possibilities."

Because in her house there are many pens.

1 comment:

  1. Let us all celebrate the parallel journeys, she asked,
    and those of the people in our dear village
    may they forget the episode of the note in the apron,
    which I sent to my nephew, in our childhood code.

    May we forgive the accusations and misplaced emotions
    so common in a world in which language is complacent
    and when we return to the small worlds from which we travel
    let us embrace those who we know, and greet those who we do not.