Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Riderless


and yet not abandoned.  Resting along the ridge of the ocean.  Slowing the pace for sure -- on a tennis ball.  Once I wrote a poem about a painting of a riderless bike propped again a tulip field.  I believe it was raining.  Raining in paintings is always a graceful mystery.  Which foods are graceful mysteries?Asparagus & raspberries come to mind.

1 comment:

  1. Tradecraft

    crime scene 2

    parchment halved and string between
    tennis ball in spokes
    where is that movie we rented?
    voyage as in small vessel headed south:
    her love of fruit on the lips

    a certain doorway:
    overheard
    'not that hat again'

    slim shiny pants without button
    wide brim, torn ribbon

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