Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Delicacies

You can walk a long time
among oaks and pines
before you realize small animals
have been watching you
from their hideaways,
recording, for the good
of their species, how you move,
and what you might do next.

And it's rare when the wind
in the leaves reminds you
of the laughter you heard
one day, far off, the kind
you wanted to move toward,
so devoid of malice,
so clearly at no one's expense.

And even rarer—when out
looking for raspberries
to bring home to the woman
who loves them and you—
to come across a bra
on the ground, other articles
of clothing strewn about,

and be moved to turn
and go back to your car
with its tank full of supreme,
quite sure you don’t need
to disturb what’s sufficient
to imagine, at least not today

with so much desire
in the air, and this story
you’re readying to tell
that you know she’ll prefer
to raspberries, your empty hands
unstained.

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