A Very Strange Spanish

by grimbeau

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Charles Tomlinson turns sights into words
Stoke of old was long and narrow
where learning to fish
teaches you to cast no shadow on the water
or the fish will flee
Poverty stricken seamstresses
shed gemstones in the dust
Well before he got to Cambridge
he knew his Baudelaire well

I must return to Ruskin and keep a journal
as i walk through a limestone landscape
like an empty vessel; quick
when the light is so much better
refracted by the driven snow
of Arizona’s Desert
not nobody elses

For change is brought by light
and not other people
casting the shadow of a doubt
where the sun dont shine