CAN-OPENER
Suppose a nose
(the kind that grows,
Pinocchio's) rose
up and said,
"Enough!" Suppose
that then something
less predictable happened.
Could that same nose
still smell a rose
that smelled as sweet
under an assumed name?
No thing is ever the thing
it seems to be in dreams.
Not even a can-opener.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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