Or A Definition, Beyond Rescue
Almost anything on the horizon.
Smells from a bakery shop. Leaves
that shade us. Wild deer bedding
down for the night. Dust on a
window sill. Vegetable stands on
the roadside. Sunday afternoons
in the garden. Rowing on a lake
in the woods. Grass growing to
the waters edge. A car speeding
by in the diamond lane. A Rococo
boulevard. Sewage plants. Green
stems. Slaughter houses. Boards
for roof or floor. Under an ad
on the subway. Iron locomotives.
Tin boxes. Scattering earth with
a plow. Idle cylinders. A plume
of steam. The red green blue of
lips laughing. Or perhaps several
harbors that pierce all that.
Patiently waiting in his raincoat.
More Plots, Some Inconsequential
Think of trumpet swans in a public garden.
And see rain falling. Or imagine a turbo
engine. A view of the road through a
windshield. Cooling steel. Safety brakes.
" Well, I simply look in the rear view
mirror to see where I've been," she says
from her coy cockpit. At dusk, men
gather on the street corner to talk...
the edge of an ocean
somebody else's lawn
We wake-up at the same moment but
to entirely different fantasies.
Or maybe Cortez arrives to plant
a flag on an unknown shore while
wild animals & one machine watches. |