maritime fog envelopes stuff
full O slow train, O head lamps
O workers decked out
in reflective orange and hard hat
safety trained, bobbing breath
O, Oceanus breathes wet
slips away to blue, to gulls, O bellow
horns, drywallers crack jokes
below, the concrete men
screwing around between task
and the wrapping up, resorting
to resolve, spending time
through yule and aching hands
the open present
O children, behold!
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Friday writings 207: in between
A fascinating deployment of O – in a way that doesn't destroy the meaning of the rest of the text, even while it creates additional meanings. (One I got, which was perhaps not consciously intended, was the O as the eye of a telescope through which the protagonist views at least some of these sights.)
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ReplyDeleteOf course, Rosemary's comment is brilliant ~ I wasn't certain where you were with the "O" but like very much how it becomes the "in between" words.
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