you don't know
not the knowledge
you have to learn
how it works
before you know
what it does
cat washing itself
in the one-way
dogs are like that
you're stuck on
how it works
the several planes
of a Shanghai poet
who calls her late
in Tasmania
how it works
taste distance
no power and no glory
all those stories
how it works
space distance
it's a smell
made us friends
taste distance
no power and no glory
all those stories
how it works
space distance
it's a smell
made us friends
I've tasted distance - wonderful lines of taste and smell and remembrance. Just this morning the daylight on my kitchen wall looked like a Chagall floating character, this poem gives me the same!
ReplyDeleteHa. Just the other day I gave a mini-lecture on Matisse & Chagall :)
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ReplyDeleteand on several planes
without the power or glory
:)
DeleteWow - love the taste of distance and the stories, smells, spaces, disances floating around. Great poetry :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Kristen.
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