Monday, August 15, 2011

August 15th. Four days worth of words.


Words Switch Sides all the Time

Close your eyes and imagine a simple term
like water. Isn’t water good—after a thaw,

stunning, a rushing baptism of beauty—
but wait, doesn’t good signify a spar with the eternal 

summer heat, when, as one-sided as the word thirsty,
redemption finally falls from the sky?


  When I think of it, it is amazing we communicate
at all.