E Mail To Damniso Lopez #166

Painting by Lena Sotskova


E MAIL TO DAMNISO LOPEZ 166

Simultaneously,
Her words

And the presence of yellow-striped-brown-bodied
Wasps

Flying out a damp hole, oozing with water,
The water reflected the colors of the dirt,
The water
Was black.

Her words:
Most of our communications
Have a content
That is contentless,
But passes as a content
Due to a consensus, and when
Content
Has other than
The imposed, alien, and false
Socially-constituted content
And has a true content,
The true content is incommensurable.

I poured more cognac
Into a glass
Socially constituted
As a cognac glass.
I admired the shape,
Large in the middle,
Smaller at top.

She said: You seem
To admire the sonic texture
Of words
More than their
Possible or impossible meanings.

From a thicket
Of wind-blown tall reeds,
I heard the sounds
Of an unseen moorhen.

She heard the sounds
Of a moorhen.

Under the influence
Of the sounds,
We hugged.

Duane Locke

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