Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I cannot hope for resolution
in a mind-set like mine--

hardened by habitual stupidity
the wise man but only in his own mind--

but how all of this fades when
the thinking box is turned off

and a taste of fruit sweetens
the mild early evening

low western light slanting copper glow
on the building fronts while a soft blue sky

to the east promises the suspension of conflict
if not resolution and the mind-set less set
vulnerable like a crab picked out of its shell
and out of any worry

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

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