I wonder about the state of a plant's memory. For instance yesterday's poinsettia. Is its memory firm/grounded as its roots? Perhaps, pervasive? Or liquid as time & properties of water? Is it dissolving to sleep or rising? The same can be asked of a poem. The same can be said of a meal -- does it rise from the plate or is it resting before the eater's expectations?
To hear your chosen poet
ReplyDeleteecho in the warming dining room
but you are cold
and do not let me know
pushing detective notations
the clues pile up
but tell nothing
except perhaps what's missing
time changes the calibration
all of us stay longer
there in arlington
those medals and sadness