It’s Georgia, the degrees are thirty-three

November 19, 2012 § Leave a comment

It’s Georgia, the degrees are thirty-three

Eight in the morning – table top has ice

A layer so, so thin, a sheet, patina

Mt. Berry, GA

Author’s photo

Within I saw an instance once or twice:

The ice had melted, leaving sections clear

The same as it recedes on one’s windshield

The shapes were asymmetrical for fear

Of bringing back the wounds I thought had healed
 
 

九份,台灣

Author’s photo

There really is no way to run from Truth

The same way there’s no way to run from Real

I call you from a lone telephone booth

To tell you how I love you, how I feel

In Taiwan – there it’s warm, it’s twenty-four –

The Truth is, you don’t need me anymore.

 
 
 
 
© 11/17/2012, Joshua Owens
 
 

poem, poetry, handwritten, original

Handwritten original

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