Thursday, July 18, 2013


A shoe is linear along
the sidewalk, ground, path,
trail, stairs leading to and
unified in intent, to rend
the air between where you
are and where you want
to be to experience
the event.  A shoe is motion’s
symmetry, whereas poetry
lumbers along, a dog sniffing
ever post and tree, every bit
of I and we, sniffing history,
yet never biting to the bone,
never tasting the tears
which flow only at night
like a karst river, so far
underground that only in
the deepest corners of the cornea
are the emotions expressed —
when the sun is aligned just so
with the stone constructs
and the reason for 

their construction revealed.

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