The Virtuous Failure Of Damn Near Everything
Ghost images
before my owlish eye
These are hard shapes
upon the mountainside
The fungus inverted
with sharp & careful blade
I take my bearings from
the ugly tree 30 meters high
The virtuous failure of
damn near everything
I want to change my mind
A stove a pan some herbs
these steps I’ve taken
After a short gestation
the food the looks her hand
Each new word I choose
hears the cicadas cracking
Please pay better attention
Please be here right now
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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