“This Is…”

July 5, 2022

This Is…

Humidity. This is the red flower moon full of...
This is an anonymous lady shouting out (while grilling me) "Don't be sorry, honey!" [to a man with her] of me, after there was no altercation, but only kindly manners, as he'd come quickly around a hidden bend, jogging toward my cart as I stepped aside, He said sorry as I said I am sorry, there were smiles of respect in swift passing no one injured but—

This is the Supermarket. This is Anonymous Lady You vs. Anonymous Lady Me, This is Savagery in the cereal aisle—unreturned mostly; this is Me placing Anonymous You, Lady nicely into my poem. This is no one lost and no one won, this is a cluster of cars blocking a different road almost every turn we took. But I came home aplenty—

with two books from the library: one a slim blue biography 
about Edna St. Vincent Millay and thoughts of her poetry. The first thing I'd seen I'd found within it was a surprise inside, a bright bookmark with stars and flowers and red and deep blue and purple and yellow and white and orange curving shapes I would look at again, it could be anything I want. This is...a string of numbers on it too...and, afterwards, I got my plums, yes, two fresh black plums, finally! Two plums among other fruits, but will they be yellow inside or will they be red? Who will know but me and maybe you?

I'd never really sought out to read a play. I'd picked one among a long row of very old books of velvet continuity. I didn't pick it for the color though, I picked it for the play and the copy for its look of well-antiquity—(My shopping cart was actually too big.)—I picked it for the action of Sir William Shakespeare.



Previous Poem: The Reddest Leaves

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