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The matchlight trembles.... a star on the horizon
when night is coming on
like those who bust the gangs
San Francisco at night, from Treasure Island: photo by Bsteckler, 2009
Sunday, 11 April 2010
Evening Star
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The matchlight trembles.... a star on the horizon
when night is coming on
like those who bust the gangs
San Francisco at night, from Treasure Island: photo by Bsteckler, 2009
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Waking up to this (actually to all three of the poems) in a still-dark hotel room with my family sleeping, typing away as quietly as I can, is like waking up to a new, really significant snowfall, all beauty, perfect balance and no footprints yet. It's all pleasure and privilege.
spring brings
me to the river
just like the tide brings
the drifting
castoffs
or
winter breakages
valued once
as something
useful
now it rots
unless a poem saves it
or
the drifter
reclaims it
for her dinner
Thank you Curtis and Zev. Yes, that's exactly the purpose, and hopefully the product: to scatter some light things adrift, and hope they will settle somewhere in some such way as to create for someone(s) some sort of thought or meaning or (well, this last objective is the real key to the whole project), at the very least, some small moment of pleasure.
(And by the way, speaking of literal snowfall, there is talk that we may actually get some of that here later today, in with the usual mix of wind, rain and hail...)
(And lest I forget: "winter breakages" = a phrase to keep in one's pocket like a small smooth stone, and rub occasionally, hoping for a touch of reverse good luck.)
Tom,
"when night is coming on" -- and then in a few hours it's getting light again . . . .
4.11
first grey light in sky above shadowed
wall, white curve of moon above branch
in foreground, sound of cars in street
there is something, what is
then approached as if
to picture, patterned frame,
as to deceive the eye
whiteness of cloud in bright blue sky,
bird perched on branch across from it
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