orientation

Poet, Sheila E. Murphy, wrote in a haibun for Peter Ganick (read full version at http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com): "The word for weeds that should be jewelry makes the yard a globe. The place to pay admission is the mind, where rock formations dry after an overdose of winter." That empty yard is a landfill for every full & generous poem in orientation. Look here to energize the mind's eye and elasticize the sky. "some sunshine every sleeper is convinced of essences a malleability- cull it ductile-seeking neutrality one step from togetherness-"