Monthly Archives: October 2018

How seldom we question.

who considers the gaps in between

those tucked-in places our field of vision

crudely splattered forced into display :

this is another way to say “landscape.”

sable palms frame a green composition

really a myriad-pocketed schema

which within its pockets the wind dies

murdered by us for whom nothing but

the margins seem to sway to create

an event in time which only happened

to this viewer myself, say,

at the car park of my girl’s school.

Both composer and spectator

make-up any given moment alive

Both victim and perpetrator–

actor-spectator—both seer and non-seen

Now back to my green-framed landscape

where the mundane miracle occurs

witnessed but...

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