but you know it's soup time. When you don't have the exact word (it isn't on the tip of your tongue), but the poem is front of you -- waiting. Soup's on. Poem's on. Unnamed ingredients and elusive words -- unite.
Incomplete axioms don't know where to land and in that moment of indecision falls all the former beauty held inside-- once unleashed the diagram makes more sense and the pattern emerges: ghostly, fragments of life skimming the surface of the lake they once walked around Small birds looking for lunch and their muted songs echo the larger picture Funny how this has to relate to other greens, other times
Incomplete axioms don't know where to land
ReplyDeleteand in that moment of indecision falls all the former beauty held inside--
once unleashed the diagram makes more sense
and the pattern emerges: ghostly, fragments of life
skimming the surface of the lake they once walked around
Small birds looking for lunch
and their muted songs echo the larger picture
Funny how this has to relate to other greens,
other times