Environmental Taster
reflection on a painting’s glass bright
window-light through which to lower
legs a moment like a gas in a box then
gone a track sinks into ground green
door with PULL written we raise our
ears for floors go
up as sky a figure
pulling a hill across skin into
one joy we
are always exclaiming when earths met
he framed the moves’ obvious foreground
she framed the hut into one despair we
despise a planet shrinks going up its
chimney can’t I hear a knife swimming
within hearts can’t you say the corners
rushing to free our hand shakes from breath
Flattened Shop
a bird’s sweet painted flight
on tin
cherry blossom & fat
orange sun
a blue-bird smacked against glass
nine green tins
with all China’s dynasties
collapsed within shelved dust -free
faces kissing
glass leave no
grease or mist
a grid of wooden boxes for food -stuffs
taste less as cool repeatedly cleaned glass
vibrations of rummaging musk try
& try
behind panes’
gleaming silence we reflect
rat & mouse-traps snapped tight
on shadow
fine flattened creatures rinsed see -through
that carry no
disease and are
as genuine as
believed smack against glass
and pass
through
© Mark Goodwin,
2007
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