Every day
the world arranges itself
into a poem:
A tree just so
A sign crazily hanging
A rumbled underlay of cloud
woven with traffic.
Every day
the world arranges itself
into a poem
for those who seek the spaces
between
the words.
the world arranges itself
into a poem:
A tree just so
A sign crazily hanging
A rumbled underlay of cloud
woven with traffic.
Every day
the world arranges itself
into a poem
for those who seek the spaces
between
the words.
"It's not everyday the world arranges itself into a poem" (the words were written in my calendar and attributed to Wallace Stevens). I was reminded of a song by Carrie Day and the trees that inspired it, And I knew deeply that the world does arrange itself into a poem every day ... I just have to remember how to see it.
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