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Tuesday, February 02, 2016

poem #33 (i think)


“everything has a meaning, or nothing has” Roland Barthes

 

As I was spreading sand beneath the tree, I noticed a small nail hammered at an angle into the fork. It was a flowering jacaranda and I worried for its growth, so between my fingers and my toes I felt a twinge, like a nail went in, hammered by a young boy practicing his carpentry skills. My mind played with this image as I swung the next spade full of sand, no longer humming a tune.

 

And now a soft paw of my dog walks on a crossing snail - so another snail about 5 centimetres away went into his shell. It seems everything has its effect on something else.

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