7.19.2009

Ode Upon the Poem I Can't Remember


Horse. There was a horse,
and a tall girl also. I want to say one blue eye,
one green, but maybe that was the horse?
He broke her heart--the poet, that is,
broke the girl's heart,
not the horse's. I think.
It all comes in sepia flashes,
as though I'm the one writing it.

A rusted car is parked and stuck
armpit-high in the meadow; abandoned
or occupied I can't tell.
Blonde grass; a sheepish kiss
in porchlight before
she creeps in after curfew.




photograph by Rico Moran.
Does anyone have any idea what this poem is? I'm starting to believe I dreamt it, but my dreams are never this well-composed or meaningful.

2 comments:

Mr. Apron said...

I don't know it-- but this is probably better.

Textual Healing said...

I'm with Mr. Apron. I'm attributing it to you in my head, at least the sentiment ;-)


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