It's not like setting up a tripod, or
seeing windows in trees.
I haven't lost anything and
discovery came back there
on the beach where I slid in
with a soft silt slice.
There may be clouds about, weather afoot,
but I never looked over my shoulder or
even sidelong, as a matter of fact.
I know this is not a confession,
or a questionnaire,
but it is like you are a letter
I can't quite get out of the envelope.
And I can see by the folds in the note
it is an origami bird,
a parrot, I believe.
And the message is just the motion,
the head moving forward
as I pull the tail.
8 comments:
Lovely poem, Ron. Love the letter, and tail-pulling.
Happy holidays over there.
Sarah, thanks for your kind words. Glad you liked the tail end. Let me know what 2010 is like. It will come to you before me. My brother lives in Taos and I always make up something about what the new year is like. One year I said people were running with scissors and everything was tan and blue.
Goodness, Ron. 2010 looks like a carbon copy of 1916! May you prosper and thrive.
You mean exactly like 1916 where Parisians in quiet cafes are being mugged by airships and kings and queens are falling like Boris and Bobby played,and emperors too,and Obama will move 20,00 troops from Afghanistan to catch the ghost of Pancho Villa in the red poppy fields of Mexico and somewhere in the South they are hanging an elephant for killing its owner and Seamus Heaney will be moved to write about the return of the little people who will drive out the Brits with gold and we'll be fighting the war to end all wars and lots of people like Francis Crick and Dinah Shore, and Roald Dahl,and Rembrandt Bugatti, and Walter Cronkite, and my Dad, will be reborn and the Nobel Prize will have so little money that only literature will be awarded, to a Swede with five names, and there in Germany food rationing is under way again and a fifth generation of oxycodone is being made and the Great White is terrorizing the Jersey shore while a few miles inland the Black Tom is doing the same? Like that 1916, Sarah?
That'd be it.
I thought so.
There's an origami bird in there! I want it.
You got it. Stuffed or live Kathleen?
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