Friday, January 27, 2017

Moving Valentine

Isn’t the plant the real photograph
Continually developing out of itself
A living series of still lifes
Into a film worth watching
Closely as it moves toward you
And critically as it turns away
From you all the while
Lifting you out of your life
Altogether into something other
So only slowly after
Can you remember yourself
As if you had been dreaming
The dream of the plant
As a picture a series of pictures
moving in the mind of a master

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