Postcard from Lincoln Country

Learning art’s lie

 

Reading on the point of a spear

that smote my pretext of recovery

unloads the burden of my poetic obligation to you.

 

The text is hollowing out a space

where the sublimity of art drains the pen

of purposefulness

of sentimental journey.

 

Reading the text:

the lines endeavor to undo

the trace of a commitment

for which the ink

once shed a tear of sorrow.

 

And the tear drinking the ink:

reading will be healed by the pretext

that smote the lines that made you

an object of a love thesis.

 

Panorama, c. 1997

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