Today's poem is by John Gallaher
When I Say World I Mean Please
We begin somewhat after the beginning, in
the red (pink) shirt, under the blue (white)
sky, I am (or one is) walking (as vectors
by a brook). Breathing in and
breathing out with us
this afternoon. Maybe there's something
we could say. I'd like to do some good, perhaps. In a cloud
of commentaries (with news from exotic
we're doing all around stuff, in a
park-like setting, generally. (& all the non-arrivals ...)
Just the wind through the pecan trees.
I was listening to it, over there. And so that it all
becomes more acceptable, I saw
who looks just like you. At the trellis. In
the evening. A very nice place.
I thought you might like to know. It appears
someday we'll have a wonderful
future, in the green houses, the red hotels.
No wind at all to speak of.
Everyone accounted for.
Copyright © 2007 John Gallaher All rights reserved
from The Little Book of Guesses
Four Way Books
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