And I thought this blog would be about my travels. Sometimes poetry wins out.
This snippet was written by my outlaw who, despite a robber's moniker, happens to be sweeter than a pile of sugar. A charming, humorous, strangely-concocted, but wildly entertaining use of images. The best part about this poem; the way the hard consonants hit the roof of your mouth when recited aloud. Well done. Right up there with Rexroth, my favorite poet.
Solon, Ohio (May 2008)
As the snow blew by, all I
could think of was summer
turnips, when a dog
walked by with prickly tickly
fur so brown it could
turn the most honest
nun into an envious beast.
-translated from English to Mandarin to Russian, back to English
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