Today's poem is by Read Blinn
Earth and Sky
Of all things contained here,
please findthis shelf of persons (noses,
plaster tongues) and theirminiature landscapes:
Nobody makesthe little ones, houses,
horses, the way they dothe big ones. It's the scale:
tiny wreath, cactus, a beddedsheep; you can tell
they're not "actual"because anyway
the sheep won't bleat;there's no seeing
the pale lung,the knowing look,
the pregnant weightdoing what needs
to be done. And anyway,nobody rings that phone,
or the residents of theimpossibly small hotel.
Opening the door, there'sno room for a drink,
no hostess, not evena dull one, with 24-hour
television and maybea skin problem. You may
have had as muchin real life, the repeated
floral arrangements,the candy cane
everyone's modeledstuck to the same
awkward tree. You mayhave meant to live
as if molecules did signalwith pygmy solar flares:
"Fresh Pudding!"But here there's only
the tiny dullcoffin, the dragon
with bitten nails,the distant heart,
the chipped and quizzical feet.
Copyright © 2009 Read Blinn All rights reserved
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