FROM THE OTHER
SIDE OF KNOWING
All morning reading poems
and this post card, blank,
already stamped. Like
it has someplace to go,
Juneau say, song-making
water over stone,
gnome-like visible
north to Nome
among left-handed
cut-bank creeks. My
friend who marshals
his queen, magician-like
to do his will might
think himself God
attacking perceived power,
his blind move. She,
who is only stubborn
listens for the misunderstood
chuckle of her minted smile.
Jim Bodeen
2 April 2020
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