Saturday, April 12, 2008

American Sentences: April 12, 08

When I see you again, orchids in porcelain and subtle saffron

speckling the bamboo tangles, a backdrop the way stories unravel

and mystery unfurls, genetic fragility gap-toothed and

bereft of straight meanings, longing to hold the pith, its tension to find

the hearth, rhythm of salt and wave, rind and core, ying/yang, the play between.

To become a real player I will follow the notes of the ne,

ancient instrument of Persia that demands the notch to the front teeth

for only with the notch can I link you after reaching with my song.

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