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Update December 3, 2022: This post turned out to be a seed of a poem which was eventually developed enough to be accepted into a brand new anthology titled It's All Connected: Feminist Fiction and Poetry (Spinifex Press). See more in today's new post Poetry — It's All Connected.
Walt Whitman watches as I approach his table Oh
you again he says I’m not in the
mood he looks perplexed Ignoring him I
sit under the depiction of a famous portrait of the poet Watercolour and ink I
think
Eventually without realizing it I fold into the
same position – physical that is I don’t
realize it until another customer excuses himself I’m sorry I just have to tell
you you look exactly like the picture behind you – have you seen it? I’ve
forgotten the detail, turn and there we are mirror image hand on chin staring …
Walt stares across the quiet café out through the glass into the streets where
a pandemic is unfolding
I am cramming on space weather and real weather
while bare earth too slowly washes green and groves of sorry trees freshen
expand their curling leaves
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This is from March 5. With work, workshops, poetry readings and you name it cancelled and everyone in at least semi self isolation it’s a time to ‘Go and
sit in a grove or woods …’ (provided you don't have to travel to get there). More about Walt Whitman* and the wisdom
of trees here:
And this website features
the original study:
*Yes I did have Walt Wisdom!! I've corrected it.
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What a joy thank you!
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