Scott Minar


I floated on a leaf

Down a concrete river

And seeing the wall, I spoke

A word to shatter it.

It shattered.

I asked for forgiveness

from a loon, and looking into its eye

there was a galaxy of feeling.

Such a surprise,

the primal code of being

planted there.

In my own there is often

Another kind of surprise,

A cudgel of hope

And the thing it is striking

Another part of me.

I am my own brother

And sometimes sister.

Our parent is the wind

Kicking us down the road.

Our god is in the sun

Immersing itself

In pupils white as a flower.


prof. of English, University of Ohio at Lancaster. U.S.A.



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