Tuesday, October 14, 2008

A Poem About Knowing

Didi and I know each other through
an old soy bean field out past
the oak trees.

Maybe just past the old Johnson farm.
Where the road forks.

But that was a long time ago.

The moon has now run,
a shared vision
as water meets the coast.


Blogger Charmi said...

Is this really you? It doesn't seem like you. I like it, though. Maybe it is a new you. Were you wearing a mask when you wrote it? Or maybe some different shoes?

5:25 AM  
Blogger Neil Kelly said...

I wrote this one naked.

10:22 AM  
Blogger Charmi said...

I thought so, but I didn't want to say anything...

10:27 AM  
Blogger Neil Kelly said...

and lathered in bacon grease with parsley sprinkles.

10:33 AM  
Blogger Charmi said...

Sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen. A woman would use olive oil.

10:40 AM  
Blogger Neil Kelly said...

I use olive oil to cook with not waste on literature.

11:12 AM  

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