[response to “In This City…”]
My old Russian Carpet
Walking through I shake my carpet:dirty napkins,
. old leaves
. dirty napkins,
. shoe strings.
I can fold it backwards back
. southwest corner reversed under the northeast
Cell phone conversations doubled in half
. atmospheric noise
your hand that is not your hand
. her handled cookie laughing
. negative parabolas cradled,
fire eaten half-a-day magicians
. There was no league of nations.
Extra dimensional railways now in my closet.
[read the response: “Extra dimensional railways”]