Except for its size.
Deliberate in its hanging. Quite luscious against metal. An urban contemplation of inner & outer
space. Meditation on soft & hard. I'm thinking which poems are hard? Which soft? & which juicy?
Ode to Solitary Fruit Hanging on Metal, of course.
Smog Test on Portero
ReplyDeleteI'm in your old neighborhood
this cafe could be yours
but this is a hollow day
and the grime of the chair
seems to be in tune with us now
The lovely lovely complications
of saying no, and saying yes
I think of calling you, then don't
How far away my home base is
and me without a sticker
1997