Store Window
You grasp the unthinkable
from the gap
behind your forehead or sunny
meadow and by inverting it
acquire some spasm of logic
unexpected for that place and point
the thought of existence staring from
the store window and discovering
loneliness without the phantom of her
or something she relates to
your idol craves some discussion
as the unthinkable turns to solid
unused space between your temples
and unspent wisdom to flashy glitter in the
glass of a grocery store window
Libros Libertad 