because poetry can happen in line at the supermarket and (sorry sculpture) only a modest scrap is needed to have this new thing
appear in the world (a world desperately in need of new things)
because poetry
can be seen in the sky a vee of geese for example or the letters in the crossed
branches of november trees
and it may not seem like much (and ballet too can
happen in line at the supermarket I hope I’m there one day when it does) but it
is especially in these unpoetic times
and do you want to talk about the stained
glass window at dawn that relinquishes its colors to soak in the gray of these
clouds because poetry
... is aborning.
ReplyDeletesun rise
aborning each new day
onset