Poem (Provincetown}

 


poem (Provincetown)


I woke up this morning and

the clouds were a painting. One

by Magritte, not Constable

As you might expect for this

Part of the land. Du Champ

Thought the most beauteous

Thing was a shovel! A little

Poodle prancing . Every one

Is always meeting someone

This of course is probably

Not true. The antenna has no

Awareness of the TV set below. 

Or the reverse. Rene Char just

Passed through surrealism

Said Camus. Coincidently.

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