Nostalgia
He conjures simplicity:
A time when he had three wheels
and she ran behind him,
pigtails streaming.
Ice cream and chicken soup
could save the world
and they had never heard
of vultures.
She has come possessed
…who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall, possessed by the skies.
I like these poems, I am reading them slowly.
poetry is the language of the ages…not in some simple way that the poet couldn’t say…don’t delude yourself in some kind of popular homogenized media (puff puff) astetic…thing’s aren’t that easy…intuit reasoning comes with good design…lending itself to not having to teach by good design…