Concision is hard.
Fruit and refrigerators
taken, pink blossoms
on Metro station
platforms already painted,
the orange shadow
my hand and pen cast
over tablet disappears
when I stop writing.
Concision is hard. I used
a Williams and Pound allusion
to prove I'm not an imagist.
I know you don't want me to explain.
Let me explain: if I thought
my not explaining my
unexplained was crystalline
I wouldn't explain what
I'm not explaining.
