At the end, instead of a poetics statement, he says: Put two things next to each other and a third thing happens. Sometimes a series of short poems create their own world, but fragmented, like reflections on shards of glass. (M.W.)
Mark Weiss
A SIMILE
Tastes like rabbit, the fox thinks,
slinking from the hen-house.
HORSE SENSE
There's many a slip
twixt the clop and the clip.
We call it luck
to die by increments.
A STORY
Dressed for the bridal bed
her shawl became the sky, her gown
the sea.
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