Sunday, August 9, 2020

Mean Poems

Short green grass dotted
With yellow daisies,
Long green stalks weighted
With panfaced sunflowers—

Dark markings, meanwhile,
Interstellar clouds
Of obscuring gas,
Dark nebulae, dust

Sprawled through thick star fields
In Ophiuchus—
That day was August,
An emperor’s name.

Most people prefer
Mid-field perspectives—
From humanly scaled
Warm intimacies

As far as the news,
The current events,
Near-term history,
Just far enough back.

The weeds on the lawn,
The dark clouds of stars,
They fall out frame
When most folks focus.

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