No time for much just now. Just this:
Let me just walk
With the dog
Till the pain's all gone
Maybe it's a short poem. Maybe it's just a sentence (if one that lacks any punctuation whatsoever...). To be honest that's not the kind of thing that keeps me up at night.
I was reading Charles Simic's 'Fear' this week (also a short poem) and enjoying it very much. I can't find it online...so shall I just post it? Oh go on...it's nearly Xmas...here it is:
Fear passes from man to man
As one leaf passes its shudder
All at once the whole tree is trembling
And there is no sign of wind.
I've always been impressed by intelligent brevity...but also a good ramble (when the time is right). Variety. Is all. Almost.
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