Monday, June 29, 2020
SIMPLE-MINDED / POET
Simple-minded
poet, they say.
Reciter of
bald fact. Giddy
babbler. He
hears them. They
want him to
do something
he can't, to
speak what they
call great truths.
His madness can't
see large things,
only the small
matters -- dirt
on his hands,
the long lay
of light in
later afternoon,
the sweetness of
the autumn grasses.
Such are what
he knows; such is
what he can say.
