Thursday, October 30, 2008

various, seperate, and numbered

1.

She seldom stops scanning 

Walking past a fir

I hear her say

“Smells like Turpentine”.

 

2.

I tip the glass of apple cider and finish it off

And the sediment streams down to my mouth

Looking like the long trunk of a pine

 

3.

Sundials are ubiquitous.

A perspectival perch gives one

A sound view of diurnal

Near and farness.

 

4.

I follow the traces of your breath, closely

Rendering you as every moment’s memory

From where did we each come?

Attatchment.

 

 

1 comment:

Peter Golub said...

"sundial are ubiquitous"
a Digable Planets song that never made it on any of the albums.