Poem of Yesterday - Winter 1999


TRAPPED TRUTH


was in a sound

like gunfire &

apparently was

something that

approximated a

fireworks show

when, while he

was meditating

one person was

talking, about

ice cream, and

that was over,

because it was

an earlier event

when pineapple

is recollected

as bittersweet

rings in sugar

sentiment in a

glass bowl who

was stored, in

this morning &

before, in the

cupboard & at that

time, the dish

which is daily

and ordinary was

praised for an

acquaintance so

very familiar.