by Celisa Steele on December 4, 2013
by Celisa Steele on September 25, 2013
"I loved him for his love of broken things— / the handleless hoes and axes, the sprung / rumble seat bought years ago / at auction, the legless chairs / retrieved from garbage heaps, / that truck each day he reinvented. / Like the rivers of Heraclitus. Like Van Gogh’s / olive trees and irises that quiver, / still. Bristle. As if caught forever / in the antique instant of their opening. / It’s why we love Jesus, some philosopher / once said, instead of God. Why lovers / love the moon that’s always falling."
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From Cathy Smith Bowers's "You Can't Drive the Same Truck Twice"© 2021 Celisa Steele
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