I
Absorb
Via neurons
Approximations
In favor of survival.
But what of the poems that weigh
Less than a few pebbles?
I’d like to tell you more, that there is a counter weight to
approximation:
The square root of UFOs,
The moon grew antlers and stopped wearing clothes.
What’s left are the scribbles of dreams.
A mouthful of dusk for eyes. Fingers like the appetite of the moon.
Penciled whereabouts on the heart.
You
Pick up the few stones
Of a short poem,
Swim against the stars.
The trees in October
Are not the same as the trees in October.
The cities of the Midwest
Are wild with the loneliness of the cosmos.
How did I miss this one? So good. What vivid and compelling imagery.
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