Hardly Its Own

When you are moving
on a road or a track
in a train or a car
one eye on the horizon
one a ways away
on a vague object
stuck in the foreground
as your epicenter passes
all three dance
not running not standing
a rock or a shadow or
pole variably distant
participates pushily
comments on context
not properly belonging
to it rather juxta-
posed on ech others’
claim to undivided
attention fooled again
like when the poet
fakes it or the song-
writer pretends love
is its own lover.


About mrsorenson

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