Flamingoes & Trampoline.

in the narrow back yard of sixty-four

can be found a kind of life – some of it is wild.

a picture frame to step through. a meridian.

reality is such a simple trick, it imbues this view with –

what? i wash the cutlery. watch rain-streaked glass.

frame within frame over concrete yard.

every word from all my early films,

return. my wrist, my fingers, submerged.

flamingoes, ore-pink, twist of tines,

with little or no need for a trampoline.

 

 

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