Prose about the sea and a poem about mountains, from 2009
------
Do you see? She does not see. Which is a shame, I must say, because seeing is believing. She couldn't see the sea, which was the only thing that I could see. She wanted me to see what she could see, which wasn't the sea, but me. I am too old for games, I said, as I was thinking about the she that was looking at me. She was unamused and didn't have the heart to make me see the me that she wanted me to see.
------
Oh, mountain,
I can't take my eyes
or mind
off your
sloping sides.
------
No comments:
Post a Comment