[Here's the next of B.N.'s poems, which begins the second part of the manuscript]
Intimacies
Among the small gestures
of intimacy is
that of taking the hand
of a woman and saying:
He will come back.
Things turn—
from beautiful to ugly
funny to bitter.
Like this inside me
you know, what I believed
to be bright red is
pale pink.
I like speaking in
bird calls,
imitating the being of
any small thing.
B.N.
© to the author, 1983-2010
Hi Willow: I agree.
ReplyDeleteWhat I believed to be red was pale pink.
ReplyDeleteWow.
thank you!
Hi Reya: Isn't this a dynamite poem!
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful, John..er..Jack..er, well tell BN, anyway!
ReplyDeleteHi Karen: I certainly will! So glad you liked it.
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