one
of those warm dry days
summer
not quite over
a
restless dog covering every foot
along
the linear grass line
on
friendship avenue
neighborhood
woodwork exposed by open blinds and windows
looking
out like a sage from a painter's easel
looking
for common ground
a
way out of the perpetual crisis
paint
not dry yet
over
images of apocalypse
camus
had the knack
of
a critical mind
and
soft touch from a long lost love
walking
a poodle
was
the perfect disguise
for
a former editor
of
the french underground resistance newspaper
combat
takes
on new forms all the time
camus
wrote with the rage
of
coexistence and confederation for his boyhood algeria
though
they wouldn't listen to him then
the
poodle gets out a muted bark
to
get your attention
the
painter's canvas ultimately
turns
out to be something else
altogether
different
camus
opens his notebook
his
eyes focus
the
words
bear
the weight of the world
---
e b bortz
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