Saturday morning, 19 March 2011
100, 1000, 10000, more
lives
obliterated
the zucchini plant
grows
lizard like
wind blows
the soft murmur
of
death
late summer
strawberries,
small
&
deformed
still
taste good
100000, 1000000, 10000000, more
lives
in shadow
ripe brown figs
high
up
have
been pecked out
by birds
bits of flesh
& torn skin
rim
an open wound
it aches.
reason enough
it’s easier
to romance a sun-filled day
than to tread through the thick mud
that hinders
aaaaaaaaaanalysis,
correct & true
for the
moment.
yes, it’s easier to do,
meandering
some words
together
into
short lines.
but
the capture
is fleeting,
a repositioned reason
will struggle again
—& must reclaim
in order
to make sense
&
persuade.
aaaaaaaaaaaa—still,
I do this now:
thinking of a lazy day
that produced these
brief lazy lines
is reason enough.
