It's not the heat but the humidity, meaning
it's the memories really, more than the life
itself. A vague notion is a fortune.
Sitting and thinking is good housecleaning.
Good poetry is carved out with a knife
while squatting in a storm that feels like sun
in your hair and kisses along your shoulder.
With art it's not always bad to lose sight
of your target; in war it will end your day.
We wake up from our dreams and nightmares older
and wiser when we understand them right.
Indulge the chattering mind until it walks
away and settles down under the oak
to fashion art out of silence like clay.
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