Friday, September 9, 2016
body of reason
She does not know Hegel. That beautiful woman
at the screen I speak to, the screen a window
if only possible to get through. What else
does she not know. She does not preoccupy
herself with is-ness of things, abstractions
and smiles at me, my follies. Talks instead
of government politics and the series on TV.
Her work on people, the current music,
the produce market that is newly opened,
transplanting the herbs in the garden, the rain
this monsoon, and sending the dogs for groom.
These things now without me.
Where I am now, the leaves turn. Tonight
it rained on the way home. The phrase remains
no matter what it means.
Labels:
adam,
being with dog,
by the window,
distance,
dogs,
eve,
rain,
the garden,
Things of Light,
women,
worldview
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