Hi, David,
The opening of your poem reminded me of a haiku-ish poem I wrote 25 years
ago after looking both ways at an intersection in Hollister, California:
The New China Cafe
has blue walls
a red door
no windows
At the time it seemed a political statement from a simple observation of
physical facts at a crossroads in small town America. Anyway, your opening
lines took me back.
Frank
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From: "David Riddell" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tuesday, May 10, 2005 4:36 AM
Subject: latent
> isolation is
> a house
> with four
> walls
> and a
> roof
>
> but no
> windows
>
> inside
> a cut-out
> card-board figure
> sits
> and contemplates
> silence
>
> stagnation,
> a blackish
> moss-like cancer
> makes
> the figure's
> thoughts meander
>
> running nostrils drip
>
> the pools
> give birth to memories
>
>
> ..he once knew a woman.
>
> she believed
> she
> knew his
> every thought
> so there
> was
> no need
> for communication
>
> ..nor windows.
>
> opened,
> they only allow
> for
> the wind to prevail
> and
> thoughts to escape
>
>
>
> dR
>
>
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