Saturday, April 25, 2020

Today I'm seeing


pollen as caterpillar.  Both very interesting sounding words.  Actually, all words are interesting even the muscular yet petite prepositions.  I'm thinking the tracks upon which language runs from point A to point B and everywhere in-between.  One final comment on pollen.  Pollen makes me think of egg yolks as a question emerges.  What's for breakfast?

1 comment:

  1. for petey

    already he dreams of running
    endlessly from me
    then back again
    down a road too narrow to catch him
    and he looks back
    to see me chasing
    always
    after him
    i'm not able to let him go
    too far from me for too long
    he's far
    and near--
    the distance of heaven

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