Discrete

Moment as it is strung along
Blank as a bleached hand towel
Clothes-lined hundred dozen
Evenly spacing relation
All equivalence meaningless
Connection genuine curio

Gift shop pottery attraction
Something of pattern closer up
Feel cheap surface glaze disturbing
I never shop in those places

Gentle wings in flutter
But no cleansing windstorm

Maybe some were pieces I missed
Along my way of not going
A vase and a mail holder whose
Gaudy childish evident flaws
Might have tweaked the fengshui of some
Neglected interior turn

Maybe induce me to listen
Some time when a person’s talking
Not making shit up in my head
Not making subtle adjustment

Gentle wings in flutter
But no cleansing windstorm

———-
D.Bozarth
March 2015

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