The Fabric of Things
by Mark Doty
I thought I'd lost you. But you said: I'm imbued
in the fabric of things, the way
the wax lost from batik shapes
the pattern where the dye won't take.
I make the space around you,
and so allow you shape. And always
you'll feel the traces of that wax
soaked far into the weave:
Here's the rest.
Here's another Mark Doty poem I shared before, about a performance of Handel's "Messiah." (I just realized the rest of the poem I linked to isn't there any more, but this post includes a video of Doty reading it.)
And here's another one, about walking a dog, and being in the moment:
Golden Retrievals
by Mark Doty
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don't think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who's - oh
joy - actually scared. Sniff the wind, then
I'm off again:
Here's the rest.
Kathryn Apel has today's line(s) of the progressive poem here.
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