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.
Constellations, 11/10 distillations
ReplyDeleteThis fall, a tangy bite of something
and something else not there--
leaves?
Strings of ancestors wound around a nail can
upended
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