Saturday, October 15, 2005


The flattening of waves on the sand
seems redundant to some.
The placement of stones
seeming arbitrary,
or the way ice falls into a gimlet glass,
stacked and cracking.

I saw her leap headlong
breasts, agog, agog,
attempting to grapple
and land an open mouth
where it may, or may not belong.
Within the hour I knew
we would be leaving in wide stoops,
laughing and pulling at
each others belt loops.

'Far more complex than
considerations of distance.'

Most of the sidewalks
both new and old,
now damp in the rain
have known these conjunctions.

Above, the branches
tangled as if to prove a point.

(with thanks to Jordan Stempleman, and a rewrite from Professor Rush Rankin)


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Ryan Alexander MacDonald said...

will someone tell me how to get these fucking leeches off my back?

Jordan said...

many thanks for finally putting some poetry up here. you may get rid of the leeches by logging into Blogger, going to 'settings', going to 'comments', and filling in the circle 'yes' in answer to the question: "Show word verification for comments?"