Slant

 Yesterday, for a long while,
the early morning sunlight
in the trees was sufficient,
replaced by a hello
from a long-limbed woman
pedaling her bike,
whereupon the wind came up,
dispersing the mosquitoes.

Blessings, all.

I'd come so far, it seemed,
happily looking for so little.


But then I saw a cow in a room
looking at the painting of a cow
in a field -- all of which
was a painting itself --
and I felt I'd been invited
into the actual, someplace
between the real and the real.


The trees, now, are trees
I'm seeing myself seeing.

I'll always deny that I kissed her.

I was just whispering into her mouth.

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