Pete Spence
Old Bit of Shade.
the day gone thinking about what to say to a gnat
it's on the tip of my tongue by the time i get it right
the gnat is in free fall somewhere else under a cloud
pirouetting on the etceteras of the wind that catches
the eye no pitter patter here but more like a piano
piece by Poulenc pedaling by keeping the idea
of calm at bay like the shadow of an aura sneaking
up on you at a very slow rate like a low stutter
semaphoring like a relaxed tapdancer thickening
in the temperate climax disturbing a few cicadas
as i lean against an old bit of shade taking it all in
Some Airs.
Pete Spence was born in 1946. He is a poet, visual poet, editor, and filmmaker, and has worked in various jobs to cover the ongoing deficit.
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Old Bit of Shade.
the day gone thinking about what to say to a gnat
it's on the tip of my tongue by the time i get it right
the gnat is in free fall somewhere else under a cloud
pirouetting on the etceteras of the wind that catches
the eye no pitter patter here but more like a piano
piece by Poulenc pedaling by keeping the idea
of calm at bay like the shadow of an aura sneaking
up on you at a very slow rate like a low stutter
semaphoring like a relaxed tapdancer thickening
in the temperate climax disturbing a few cicadas
as i lean against an old bit of shade taking it all in
Some Airs.
maybe the air is self sufficient
allows wind to move through it
even fills ditches
leaving nothing disturbed
never shattering against cliffs
always taking your breath away
birds somehow seem to find a way through
as i do walking towards that hill
Pete Spence was born in 1946. He is a poet, visual poet, editor, and filmmaker, and has worked in various jobs to cover the ongoing deficit.