I've been thinking of Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried recently, or at least the surface-lesson of it, and the way the things we interact with can tell a story about us. Anyway, you do this so well in this poem! And I dig your alliteration. And it's interesting to me how the turn in the poem feels at once (with "But it is all vanishing") and yet you actually set us up for that turn with the line about ugly plums and ugly trees. :)
Damn, that last line!
You will never not amaze me. This is so beautiful it makes me ache.
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I've been thinking of Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried recently, or at least the surface-lesson of it, and the way the things we interact with can tell a story about us. Anyway, you do this so well in this poem! And I dig your alliteration. And it's interesting to me how the turn in the poem feels at once (with "But it is all vanishing") and yet you actually set us up for that turn with the line about ugly plums and ugly trees. :)
PS I didn't realize I was commenting on a year-old post! So basically you stopped substacking right around when I started. Boo!
We are alive!