It’s not the city that changes.
It’s him becoming old, unable
to separate memory from
where he stands now.
The landmarks change.
So his words replace them.
Soon the old marker vanishes
from the sign it has become;
and, he loses his way
from there to home
as the world’s meaning
strips from his words.
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All art strives for
the propaganda
the propaganda
of the artist’s vision
to be received
by the people
around him:
his friends,
family,
lovers.
The small contacts come
with understanding
over time, returning
to a conversation
to re-shape, re-phrase
a nuance recently
recurred as he
went about the day.
(March 3, 2014)
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