Thursday, March 31, 2011

Familiar. What makes as poem familiar?

Connection to the oral tradition.
Satisfied expectation.

A pen which smooth in the hand & kind.
The paring with paper. Tactile.


Of food, carrots & string beans. Corn & tomatoes. Basil, of course. Pepper, always.
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  1. sgang123April 5, 2011 at 11:22 AM

    speaking of items left off the list
    and the wind that blows the fence down
    also of a leather seat out in the sun
    and a cold counter of marble under the cheese

    so many ways to dream of a dandy ending
    wiggly stories thrown forth on a stroll
    geese that fly somewhere in winter
    a town you read about, your pictures of it

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