Hope J. Smith
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New Poems From the USA
 
 
The trouble here is: to tell you a story
what kind of sequence? Its own tale
and in movement in city or place it . . .
Choice means-detail is heavy handed
mumbo jumbo. I thought & thought
under the painting of pigeons.
And there is nothing compelling (pro-
pelling) and you stop with the words.
I can't blame you. What's the point
if even beauty doesn't connect us? I want an orange
a fresh one. And these paintings of Chicago
are making me lonely. This is
what I'm getting at. Musical chairs.
These games never play out well, the fat one
always pushes you out of the chair.