Sand isn’t land, nor is it sea. Shore is where both or neither want to be. Can’t say the same about air. This boat won’t stir
until it freshens. In the meantime, thought invents inverted lessons: to do there is nothing, hence this jotting. And who’s to say the sky doesn’t need every inch beyond the earth to make it blue? Blue because for all
purposes endless, nothing gets past, though now there’s a breeze, and wind amends this
stall – fast.
until it freshens. In the meantime, thought invents inverted lessons: to do there is nothing, hence this jotting. And who’s to say the sky doesn’t need every inch beyond the earth to make it blue? Blue because for all
purposes endless, nothing gets past, though now there’s a breeze, and wind amends this
stall – fast.
by Charles Hansmann
Sea Cliff, New York
first published in Chrysanthemum, V1, N2, October 2007 in an earlier version
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