A Breath Apart

A Breath Apart

poems by Scott Watson

for those
we live with
and through

BE-GET

I don’t get my
self and never
will till there
is nothing left
to get

*

No meaning
is what
we are
made
of

        we
  are life
meaning us

*

IN
FLORIDA
OLD

old habits
are not
easily
broken

what they
feel
can hardly
be spoken

*

to be a while
with wisteria
to be no more

*

lung song
  bell liquid
     pellucid
         black stillness
                     moon

*

life as it is
whether I want to or not
a poem is born

*

GOT WORD

word comes
of our

being
how we came to
be not:

wordless,
without end

*

hair graying, losing
what is mirrored
that appeared to be me

an inescapable
reflection I can be
only me with

*

         LE
TEMP

to clean graves
do as is
done with our-
selves. overripe
fruit, flowers
past their bloom–
no longer suitable
as offering–are
garbage:   burn with
weeds and sweepings.

*

IN HARMONY
WITH NATURE

is it a sense of value or
sense of life that determines
which word or if word at all?
life has nothing to say.
I love to listen.

*

trees, grass
  grow, die–
how they live
   the wonder

*

after death
comes what is
before there
is death to
imagine

*

highway weeds
night n’ day
short of breath

*

all-forgetting
lotus eaters

or

petal sit, nothing
to remember

*

LUNATIC

moon in
the man

man on
the moon

talk talk talk
under our arms
we still stink

© Scott Watson, 2006

A Breath Apart was published by Country Valley Press in an edition of fifty hand-sewn copies. Printed in Gunma-prefecture, Japan.

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