three poems
good old Minnesota --
I accost you at night.
ladies bring in their little
pups from the back porch.
.
the spilling, the river.
just who do you think
the river god is?
.
drop it. now
you’re bare-handed.
and he said,
“watch the snow fall.
did the weather ask
you to breathe out?”
3/4-5/06
© Tom Lewis 2006
I accost you at night.
ladies bring in their little
pups from the back porch.
.
the spilling, the river.
just who do you think
the river god is?
.
drop it. now
you’re bare-handed.
and he said,
“watch the snow fall.
did the weather ask
you to breathe out?”
3/4-5/06
© Tom Lewis 2006
posted by The Wordman at 4:52 AM
2 Comments:
Looks great Tom. I'll check in regularly to see where your head is at. I like the one about the river god. Who is "you" in that one?
"you" are not the first to ask that question, because you seems to be central character for "me"...
you is you, at least as far as I can tell: the you-niversal who you are.
or else it's the you that advertising and popular culture is always addressing.
the socially constructed you. which is a mirror image (or is supposed to be) of the self in its surroundings.
all the better to sell our wares, if you identify with "us."
tl
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