Just Do What You Do, paper collage, 2021
i.
our secrets are primitive
their perfumes, places, hesitations
spilling in cars
questioning
the mathematics of
reason
ii.
if i weren’t, would you?
one
two
every word that i count
every catapult of form
…at four
this exercise
is meaningless
iii.
this poetry
uneven as a butterfly
a hawk, a passing piano
make cobwebs with their eyes
until nothing mends
The Used Life 
6 responses to “The Rest Is Still True”
I love the final stanza! Lovely imagery. ❤
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Thank you, Jaya!
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Love the opening line. And the ending is amazing! And so is everything between.
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Thank you so much, Bob!
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I will be contemplating this poem throughout the day..it speaks to me, but I’m not sure why..my understanding of it and perception is unclear..but it will travel with me today. “Cobwebs in my eyes” that I will clear..well done
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Thank you very much. I’m not certain I know what this poem means, either, but sometimes I prefer poetry like that.
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