A daily poem #311 – December 27, 2010

A poem
by Mark Bibbins

    The Anxiety of Coincidence

Your object will have made a good subject
and I should get to tell you so: the bird
with a beak but no mouth, we hear him only
when it’s night in the Dominican Republic
and Israel at the same time. Someone will
find your marginalia useful, so try to spare
some ink. I took dictation only from you,
for whom verbs were nothing and tense
everything. See the difference, you kept asking,
but it wasn’t a question. See how enormous—
camel hauling an empty wheelchair, conspiracy
of hangman men, dried-out song that makes
it snow. You realize we could have walked
home in the hours taking inventory took, jack
of no traits. Bird with no wings.


~ by Chris Hibbard on December 27, 2010.

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