the crisis of a dilettante...
In the smallness of childhood he unlearned and leaned.
To crane around curtains half-drawn
and steal a first glimpse, what a thief!
Impossible to teach a spine so curved,
simply straight words flew hollow
from the perch of his sideways view.
In repetition and years
a kind of knotted patience accrued.
Soaked in and out
tide after tide
his reeds and rushes
thrown here now there.
About those murky greens
his tempo grew blue as bluest sky.
There reflected in the spray and foam
he spied horizons
outstretched and brimming with his own.
Spitting out the nearer waters of words
he hoped so dearly like a balloon to swell.
They fell like sinning
but away he drew
and in one turn of himself became a rearview.
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