Hmmnnn, this catches a specific view, Andrew. I see why other wonder
about that last stanza, yet, the suggestion of a kind of
honesty' (again as perceived by us dis/honest creatures) seems to be
something emerging from the poem that needs to be said. The rest of
the final stanza may be implied, but I'm not sure about that (but then
dont know how to get it there).
Doug
On 2-Dec-09, at 12:13 AM, andrew burke wrote:
> Last night a frog
> under thin moonlight
> in the circle of
> a green hose wound up.
>
> Today my wife's sandal
> near takes the back half
> of a brown gecko off
>
> by the delicatessen
> where the workmen buy
> pies and flavoured milk.
>
> Now same bee
> as yesterday seemingly
> walks up to my barefoot
> on the hot driveway
> saying, Not you again.
>
> Little creatures so
> honest in their lives,
> so vulnerable in ours
>
>
> --
> Andrew
>
> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> bookshops
> - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
Douglas Barbour
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