Landscape with Jar
(after Wallace Stevens)
What vanishes more readily than the breakable
and transparent? Not here, not now, it says,
never voluble in the morning. I have work.
The horizon exists simply in perception.
Try to touch it – the hill meets the sky
only from afar, offering discordance
up close, no measurement possible.
And among the trees and vines, a glimmer
of spite, twisted open. Moving closer, we see
through. We see rocks, a bird. We see air.
“Landscape with Jar” was first published in Birch Gang Review in July 2017.
O at the Edges 
No touching the horizon & no redirecting the likes of Putin –
we watch the horizon off in the distance while wishing for peace underfoot. Make that underFEET – peace for all on both sides of the elusive horizon
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If only we could find that peace!
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Nice. I didn’t recognize the Stevens reference but was able to track it down. Two poems for the price of one!
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Ha! Bargains galore at this blog!
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