the angle of love
~
han shan speaks of love obliquely
he says this
. . . but then i come home, alone, to my cold cliff.
no one's talk makes perfect harmony with mine.
i search a stream that has no source.
the spring dried up, but the stream's water's still flowing.
han shan amazes me
~
emily wrote, we know, we have seen, of love
on a slant
the passions of each are real
come at it
from different angles, slants
my appetites are real
writing poetry, roombound, is not my way
han shan
has grown weary with walking
up and down the mountain
this to me is real
the mountain is real
~
Poetry by one trick pony
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