F in the Mirror

1 May 2015

wonderful figment of cotton & boots
I think of you when the shape shifts
it could be a woman or a dog
next to the man on the grass
for an unreasonable duration
it is a doubled creature, girlhound
made of shadows and branches
shoulders hair or haunches
is this my duckrabbit moment or a
punchline for a joke I haven’t told
while warm creek gusts misdate me

Ludwig puts on new conceptual glasses
for terrain where everything
might be a dog
the rocks, the pebbles sit like propositions
which a history of western thought
flows over, just touches
what does seeing the figure
now this way // now that
consist in

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