the margins. Or the shadows. This is true with cooking. You taste what you don't see. This is true with a poem -- you taste what has been editing away. Fragrant, not fragile.
how vivid the air that blocks the hills its altruism apparent I do not trap the feeling so much as marks strung across a net he wished for rain and said so many times that day as we crevassed the changing tide pools-- indications about noon
how vivid the air that blocks the hills
ReplyDeleteits altruism apparent
I do not trap the feeling so much as marks
strung across a net
he wished for rain and said so
many times that day
as we crevassed the changing tide pools--
indications about noon