Today's poem is by Jean Gallagher
No Place But
(Entry into Jerusalem)
There is no place but this sharp edge
riding the animal present tense.
No plot; just light's saturated solution.
Just the clear nothing of praise. Just
the under-pigment story scrapes down to
when we meet ourselves suddenly all at once.
The imagined city spills down toward the life
that I am always entering
that I am laying down and taking up
like red clothes and broken branches
in the road built every second
by this patient unstoppable gait.
Copyright © 2006 Jean Gallagher All rights reserved
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