Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Vacation By Kay Ryan

It would be pleasant to walk
in stone henge or other places
that have rocks arranged on the
basis of a plan, or plans
inscrutable to modern man;
to wonder in sheep pastures
or simply set on top Peruvian grit;
to gaze up at incisors
no conceivable jaw could fit;
to stretch to be ignorant enough,
scoured to a clean vessel
as pure as the puzzle, vestal
to a mystery involving people,
but without the heat of people.

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