Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Not Matching, Odds and Ends
I ultimately wrote the poem down on a scrap of paper--we were at a fair vending tie-dye at the time and I didn't have my journal handy. Matt, in an uncharacteristic I'm-going-to-organize-our-paperwork mood, cleaned out the papers after the show and I've never been able to find the poem since.
Its interesting because I compose a lot of poems in my head that I never bother to write down. They are transient poetry, here and gone, just like, well, pretty much everything in this world. Me, mountains, meadowlarks.... So, it strikes me as funny that one I actually bothered to set to paper has also ended up a transient piece of poetry, here and gone, just like that.
I suspect it was recycled. So it goes.