Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A Poem by Michael Harmon:

a sliver of itself with a green knoband a green lock plate the door is open only four short or two long steps to be taken blue waves of the sea can be seen but the sun merely implied by a polygonal shape of light on the white of the wall and the yellow carpet straight edges abound it appear seven in nature (its essence of curvature hidden by the brief span from wall to door and the force of perceptual imperative) the line of horizon splits the sky from the water straight as the edge of the wall ah, yes…earth fire air water is there, besides “ether” maybe, something more in the brief span of wall and edge a farther roomwhere things are(can a proximate absence notbe noticed now?) the side of a brown dresser a red sofa a green carpet below a part of a gray painting with a yellow frame on the wall above the same wall but distant now and will this be all of the earth we one day leave ourselves to stand on? or is this a dream of four short or two long steps never taken while awake?

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