
CONFESSIONS OF A NATURE LOVER
Back then I was going steady with fog, who could dance like nobody’s business, I threw her over for a leaf that one day fluttered first her shadow then her whole life into my hand, that’s a lot of relatives, this leaf and that leaf and all the other leaves hung around, I told her I needed space, which was true, without it I’d only be a soul, and no one’s sure that whisp is real, that’s why we say of real estate, location, location location, and of speech, locution, locution, locution and of love, yes, yes, yes I am on my knees, will you have me, world?
(from The New Yorker, May 14, 2012)
very nice! Is that your photo E?
PT
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Thanks. Yes, all the art or photos are mine unless otherwise credited. But, Hicok, that’s all his writing and why he’s one of my favorite poets.
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