Michael Palmer - Dearest Reader
He painted the mountain over and over again <br />from his place in the cave, agape <br />at the light, its absence, the mantled <br />skull with blue-tinted hollows, wren- <br />like bird plucking berries from the fire <br />her hair alight and so on <br />lemon grass in cafe in clear glass. <br />Dearest reader there were trees <br />formed of wire, broad entryways <br />beneath balconies beneath spires <br />youthful head come to rest in meadow <br />beside bend in gravel road, still <br />body of milky liquid <br />her hair alight and so on <br />successive halls, flowered carpets and doors <br />or the photograph of nothing but pigeons <br />and grackles by the shadow of a fountain.<br /><br />Michael Palmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dearest-reader/