Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work
Days are unusual. The owl sends out 5 zeroes from the pines plus one small silver nothing. Where do they float? Maybe out to sea, where jellyfish are aging left & right. They have some nerve. Today, no new wars, probably. No big button. The owl could be your scholar of trapped light or Walter Benjamin who writes a storm blows in from paradise. Thinking through these things each week, you cross
Horses
Words are hoops Through which to leap upon meanings, Which are horses’ backs, Bare, moving.
Things You’ve Never Seen
When I tell it, the first time I saw hail, I say it was in a desert and knocked a man unconscious then drove a woman into my arms because she thought the end was near but I assured her this wasn’t the case. When he tells it, he smiles, says the first winter after their exodus was the coldest. Rare snow came down, and his mother, who knew what the fluff was but until then had never seen it, woke him and said, Look outside, what do you see? She called his name twice. It was dark. Snow fell a paragraph to sum up decades of heat. He had no answer. She said, this is flour from heaven. When he tells it, he’s an old man returning to his mother.
Listen to the wind blow
And then close your eyes
Open your arms and you will feel ,how you fly
Now you can reach the sky
You can fly like a seagull
You only have to close your eyes
And you will touch the sky
A fishermans life is hard for a man
And even harder for a boy to understand
Published: May 5, 2018
Latest Revision: May 5, 2018
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