Thursday, February 02, 2006

what i'm really saying

When I’m writing about glass
of course I’m writing about bottles.
When I’m writing about bottles
usually I’m writing about booze
or maybe mother, nurture,
sand, or possibly fragility.

When I write about the snow
I’m really writing about all the people
who have touched me
about the hands that wake me
to smell the coffee, smell the roses
smell the animal pen across the street

and about my anxiety about the future
how I'm looking for a sign
or anything you think I’m writing about.

2 comments:

Bob Hoeppner said...

Nice. I like the wit of smelling the animal pen.

wren said...

slain

utterly.

wow.

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