The universe is a plane
Of four unequal asides
First Aside
The bedraggled charm of
Cut off shorts
And a lead pencil.
Second Aside
The shadows of poems
Are not the same as the shadows
Of poetry.
Say no to verse.
Third Aside
It will have to wait.
The waiting is the realism.
Fourth Aside
Very few clouds. Yet who can point at silence sufficiently,
Beautifully, like bells in the fifth dimension?
naïve haircuts 
Fantastic. I’m partial to the third aside, but the structure of the entire poem is brilliant.
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Glad you liked it. Thank you!!
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magnificent, Bob; all parts fit together, sprinkled with the usual surrealist touches 🙂
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Thanks so much John!! I’m glad you liked it.
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This is amazing, Bob. I think it’s my favourite so far. Every line feels like a chord touched. Every word feels imminent and breathtaking. Just wonderful.
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Thank you so much!! I’m really happy you think so.
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it’s wonderful how you put words together, so unexpectedly like “bedraggled charm of cut off shorts and a lead pencil” or “…..point at silence sufficiently…” Great job Bob.
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Thanks Steve!! Glad you liked it.
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Arrrrggghhh. What is going on, let me in on the marvel of it! It’s zen and time travel and yoga and summer end and something so delicate I would only chase it away in trying to describe it. But pretty much basically what Worms said 🙂
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Thank you so much Sunra! That’s wonderful of you to say.
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Very graceful poem. After reading the other comments, I feel the need to insert here that it was the second aside that hit me hardest. The shadows of poems are indeed different than the shadows of poetry, although both loomed large for me while I was reading. I love this one, Bob.
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Thank you so much Holly. I think the second aside is the one I like too. I really appreciate the wonderful comment.
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