Tenderly #43
Neglect edges superiority. The wet inside the coil
Spurns a throttle. She has no waist, a red
Three-cornered hat, no one can explain the bulge
The cork floor is not an ocean, nor the green appearance
One occasionally ascribes "sacred" to the dark pond
Under the Oak the noise thickens, a farmeršs tractor idles:
When noise is the color of length, one walks more
Slowly, the vertical is an argument, theology is
The curious quartet inside the upper balustrade:
Who split the marble Christ in half, who invented
Raspberry candied syrup: the blood of Christ
Street to street, the man with the marble blue
Bowler hat insists that his gold cane is a
Bemusement, no less, an artifact, twirling it
Horizontal to the eye. To read poetry on every other
Sunday is no less whimsical. Wide is the blue color
That surrounds the horizon. A dying mother
Pulls three yellow leaves and two snails, one by one
Off the lemon tree. Sorrow is no secret to the wretched.
Sacred is a blue boat, tormented oared forth - crying.
Stephen Vincent
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
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