A leaf colored barrette is camouflaged in the live-oak leaves, fallen.
But
someone's head is not down there. Someone's hair is not being held
back
down there. Someone is just missing that object, someone has just lost
it.
It's not very interesting, except we can make a nice story out of it
and
then everything would have to fit, unfallen. And fitting, everything
would
be necessary. And everything being necessary, we would have to believe
that
language transparently tells of the ultimate nature of the universe.
Copyright © Francis Raven, 2004. All Rights Reserved.
Francis Raven
Francis Raven is an editorial assistant at the Journal of Aesthetics and Art Criticism. Broken Boulder press just recently published two chapbooks :"Notestalk" and "Notationing". His poems have been published in Pindeldyboz, Monkey Bicycle, Mudlark, Pavement Saw, Poethia, The In Posse Review, and The East Village, among others. Essays and articles of Mssr. Raven's have been published in Clamor, In These Times, Fulcrum, Rain Taxi, The New Colonist, Taint, and Pavement Saw.
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