May 16, 2006

The high water mark, by Ken Belford

I like poems that aren’t related to everything
else, where near things are more related
than distant things. Where you get the idea,

the Prof is in the puddle
and it’s miles between measures
known as turning points
or borrowing.

Geography’s descriptive
but explanation isn’t possible, even
with theory, which only works if

every place is the same.
For forms are made
in the idiographic school of poetry
assessments office in Fort Pierce, Florida,
nowhere else. That’s because
land values decline with distance,

or, putting it another way,
theory can have no geography. That's why
there’s no use hanging on to sunsets.

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