Tuesday, June 25, 2024

Poem for Monday and Edmonds Arts

Magnifying Glass 
By Tim Seibles 

No one
would burn
your name
for not seeing
the ant’s
careful antennae
testing the air
next to your
shoe, six legs
almost rowing
it along. Who

would be upset
if you brushed one
off-handedly off
your arm, undone
by the tiny
steps: what do
they want,
you ask — unaware
that they breathe
through their
sides. Do they
sleep? Do they
dream
anything? No
one should

mark your soul
short     if you
mash one: when
two ants meet
there’s no tongue
for hello — it’s a
bug, a nearly
less than
little thing: at most,
made to chisel
crumbs
under the fridge
with eyes that,
even in brightest
day, see not reds
or greens but gray
and gray again.
Who would

curse your life
if you bring out
the Raid?
How many
books have they
read? — that
brain    a virtual
speck. Is all
they carry
really work

or just some
dumb old daily
ado? — the heart
spending
what blood, what
prehistoric nudge
on that
handsome,
brittle head.

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I have nothing exciting to report from my Monday (work, chores, a couple of phone calls, three half-watched baseball games that ended badly for the Orioles, Mariners, and Nationals respectively) except for spectacular weather that we enjoyed on the beach and the dock. There were eagles and geese and frogs who are still singing late into the night. 

I did a silly file reorganization project this evening while watching most of season two of The Bear that made me run late, so I shall be brief and share these photos from the Edmonds Arts Festival of some of the crafts we saw, where particularly the glass and pottery delighted me though I loved seeing everything from the lavender pillows to the resin jewelry:

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