Today's poem is by Bryan Narendorf
If We Must Be Symbolic, Let Us Also Be Frank
What floats in the air is foundling and sleight
as sun seems red at set or rise
pressed through a greater volume of dust
than at yellow noon. This is what lies
between us, rock-jut hump
of bison curled unnaturally cat-like
in paint on a wall at Altamira, song
long-polished by our looking. It tricks
us it too sees. Arrange curls strange
into lip and precipice, edge
grasped that says here was a place
we made known. Beyond hedge
what lies? Enleafed, eyes hide
caustic, beetled. What would we find?
Where would we look?
Copyright © 2015 Bryan Narendorf All rights reserved
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