Hello Gary,
           I´m totally stumped by this one. What is it all about? The only thing that I could begin to guess at was some kind of obscure game/sport - those numbers could have been connected to the scoring system. The reference to `saddle up´ suggested that the game is played on horseback, like polo. But this doesn´t fit. We are in a foyer next and then a train in the mountains. In a quite irrational way I find the final stanza rather lovely - the image, the rhythm of the lines, the sense of possibilities. Maybe it´s because I´ve always harboured a secret desire to be a little engine myself. So what´s it all about Gary?


Best wishes,   Mike




--- Alkuperäinen viesti ---
Untitled #29

Banners unfurl
wisps of gauze dyed primaries -
blue..red..yellow..green -
each layer lain to absorb the light
a covering unlighted
unbleached
untied
white...black
...black...white
fades to gray

When I think everything
is sixes and fours,
I am twoed
and leave the game incomplete
61
forties and 25
the cry to saddle up one upped

A scent of lilacs and cinnamon
mingles in the foyer
green with dawn and dusk

I chug around the mountain
a little engine
wrapped in rust
the whip of linen banners
my guide

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