Flash
In
the dream I am supposed to be
in
Spain under an old aqueduct
tunneling
my way to a party
and
run into you in one of those
dislocations
that only happen
when
we sleep and the car alarms slip
into
all that we are not thinking
and
that we touch there like the granite.
I always mean to comment more often on your poems, but time escapes me. So this is a sweeping comment for all the poems on which I've missed commenting recently; absolutely wonderful, I always enjoy popping into this temporary arrangement, thank you.
ReplyDeleteTime? What is that?? :) It's the same for me: I read your poems (and reviews!) but don't comment, so now it is my turn to say that your work is stunning and I enjoy reading it. Thanks for stopping in, Mark. Have a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteThis is so fleetingly wonderful A! Love it!!!
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