Thursday, March 21, 2013

plantland parts

The window is always open
for new sounds rattling through, like
yellow blossoms, tangerine and golden
xylophone ringings, gathering leaves
from the tree you sprang from.

I could hear a pine needle drop.
I heard a pine needle drop.
The pine needle dropped, and I heard it.

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All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life. -Goethe