March 22*

neat tiers of books
huge flocks of words
captured and corralled
in such a way
that you begin to think
is understandable.

but step out the door.
words do not flit through the air
words do not squirt through the ground
things and non-things slither and pulse
neither directed nor truly described
by our most perfect sentences.
the best we can do: just touch, wonder

and keep writing

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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2 Responses to March 22*

  1. John Stevens says:

    I like this: it’s clever, raises a smile, and murmur of “hear! hear!”. Very neat opening lines!

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