Pondering A
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It is the absence. The tiles wearing variably on a street we paced. What is this agony where shadow becomes paper doors one tears only to find another? What the mind creates when it longs. When someone old struggles with a crate of grapefruits where stems leaves jut in bayonets through flesh air like flesh of parrots stringy tough but mine is not. Like Saint Sebastian in a field where fig leaves are comfort yet susceptible to our inherited anarchy. Reinventing art one piece of art its combat feral. This lushness is some nightmare which has beauty moments of quietude when we ponder the glory of land. How can this be as we float merge with ether then land? Forgetting is as impossible as not breathing but let me be. Let me be here inside this absence inside this misery without escape. [End Page 240]
Myronn Hardy is author of three collections of poems: Approaching the Center, The Headless Saints, and Catastrophic Bliss, winner of the Griot-Stadler Prize for Poetry. He divides his time between Morocco and New York City.
