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I sit on the porch
and look up
through the dark of the trees
where there lies
a patch of damp
purple sky
roughly the shape
of Spain.
"my Spanish emptiness,"
I say, full
of the absurd
and silent drama
of the lonesome.
I laugh and touch my beard
the way a child
or an animal
touches flame
for the first time
and the Spanish borders tremble.
Lower in the trees
lies a smaller empty space
which I dub
my Gibraltar of longing,
through which I can discern
only one constellation at a time.
I shift in my seat
to move the cosmos
around
behind the leaves
in much the same way
my schoolteachers slid
transparent sheets
over projectors,
mapping the classroom wall
with equations
or language
or,
for brief
wonderful moments,
just
light.
and look up
through the dark of the trees
where there lies
a patch of damp
purple sky
roughly the shape
of Spain.
"my Spanish emptiness,"
I say, full
of the absurd
and silent drama
of the lonesome.
I laugh and touch my beard
the way a child
or an animal
touches flame
for the first time
and the Spanish borders tremble.
Lower in the trees
lies a smaller empty space
which I dub
my Gibraltar of longing,
through which I can discern
only one constellation at a time.
I shift in my seat
to move the cosmos
around
behind the leaves
in much the same way
my schoolteachers slid
transparent sheets
over projectors,
mapping the classroom wall
with equations
or language
or,
for brief
wonderful moments,
just
light.
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The innovative ways you create and then relate
such tender moods holds the awe of magic
such tender moods holds the awe of magic