Sunday, November 29, 2015


Please don't forget the common objects we love & celebrate
are no longer common.  They are celestial.  Of course, it's obvious
the above is the celestial being of the Fuyu persimmon.
But you knew that.

How is that done?  Ask any seed?  Ask a plate (especially glass).
What is unknown is the shape, texture and color of the next poem.
I plan on slicing a persimmon to welcome inspiration.

1 comment:

  1. Constellations, 11/10 distillations

    This fall, a tangy bite of something
    and something else not there--

    Strings of ancestors wound around a nail can
    no more Pontiacs

    Pushing detective notations
    the clues pile up
    but tell nothing about the neighbors

    Time changes calibration
    and all of us stay longer
    hallways must be swept
    bookshelves ordered

    The clean streets after a rain
    Sun on them