Rapprochement Small Talk

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just wondering
if worlds seen from a distance
are really smaller than they are
.
could it be that when we sleep
the world we leave goes on without us
.
perhaps you remember the old days too
when greenhorns multiplied their joys
and were thoughtless as a new moon

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is it possible that, from above,
everything is seen through a rose window
bright as Venus or is there nothing
to be seen between us
.
maybe you needed to spend some years
on an island being tuned
.
maybe you thought I might be
shoveling snow this morning
on the cusp of spring
.
I want to ask if maybes still exist
or if tomorrow is so sure a thing
.
so, are you still counting coup
on the enemies of the morning dew
.
haven’t heard, so I thought I’d tell a new tale—
one of thoughts that have never been played,
thoughts naked as new babies born today
.
have you noticed something odd?
nothing ever changes but the color
of the feather in the hat band of god
.
could I
ask
.
would you
answer
.
what the
fuck
.
why the unworn
soles of shoes
on the feet of
the dancer?
.
when did you say you caught
last glimpses of the ghosts you fought?
.
you didn’t say, but I suspect
you’re still stuffed with words,
a cornucopia of clever twists
in our alphabet
.
it’s possible this is all a mistake
as even god is not perfectly awake
.
for what it’s worth breakfast is the best meal of the day—
the sun’s a fresh egg, clouds are white albumin

—ahead? a day with lots of space to stew in

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guess I could just say something
to circumvent our broken
bridges of contention
with their bent beams and frayed
cables of suspension
.
if it’s not too much to ask
how’s your weather?
.
fine, and yours I hope is
even better
.
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by Jim Culleny
3/22/13