Impromptu #7 10th line of 14 14-line poems from 2015-2016
He didn’t speak, but his eyes spoke volumes
of the solitary bird – and sipped my coffee –
it’s just a distraction, a diversion,
and a black dress is just a fashion statement
causing all kinds of trouble,
for a different, enlightened way.
He says, “all that flattery and inspiration,”
majestic, protective, persevering –
whatever works for them, expresses
unconsciousness – out of body,
like trees, that can shelter you in a storm –
abandoned, left behind to testify.
Why do we need to create
a short poetic phrase and a malaise?