Tuesday, April 10, 2012

During Lunch Break

Do you imagine
our words will rise above a fairy tale —
the moment when sly fox
weaves his excuse to gain entry
into the chicken coop from
a farmer weary after sixteen
hours haying on a tepid June day? 
Everything is at stake and everything
fragile with interpretation. 

Presentation matters.  We are
the producers of our separate
cinematic epics.  This has
the movements of a symphony — built
from a note extracted from clay constructed
from interpretation and tempered in
emotion — the way sun slants through
our son’s dishevelled hair.

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