Friday, February 25, 2005

poem : notion


already the house is growing
barely visible is the trail of dirt,
grass tufts patching the spaces

used to be cement stones in the back yard,
a spine trailing from my house to the one behind,
but that space is now a cutaway of itself

we have enough hints around us to see the change
namely that the dog no longer avoids the path of blocks
in his rambunctious trot

could guess the trail no longer serves as meditation
but removing the blocks does little
when the every square in that walkway
is a memory carried in the body

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