The abandoned camp on our New England river
\nhas a cracked trampoline once used as a table,
\na sight so wonderful! \u2026 Not the spilled stuffing,<\/p>\n
the craggy mountain in the mist
\nlike a Chinese painting. Beauty unearthed
\nin the eye of the beholder. Behold, this picture <\/p>\n
of a man in San Francisco, sweeping
\nswirling litter in the city\u2019s famous gusts.
\nHis clothing mortars a wall of suitcases <\/p>\n
that teeter on top of a trash can.
\nOnce, a nuke upstream by this New England river.
\nNow it\u2019s clean, or cleaner. On the opposite shore, <\/p>\n
a spit called Rainbow Beach
\nnot for its colors, for its promise.
\nThe length of the river always deceives us. <\/p>\n
The man in San Francisco with broom and baseball cap,
\nperhaps homeless, perhaps could make a home
\nhere by this river, but the goal of this ekphrastic poem<\/p>\n
is to describe and do no more,
\nwhich means, do not discuss
\nwhy he is in this picture. <\/p>\n
Do not let him move
\npast the trash, toward that mountain
\nshooting its disappearing peak out of the vapor. <\/p>\n
In San Francisco, A Man Sweeps The abandoned camp on our New England river has a cracked trampoline once used as a table, a sight so wonderful! \u2026 Not the spilled stuffing, the craggy mountain in the mist like a Chinese painting. Beauty unearthed in the eye of the beholder. Behold, this picture of a … Continue reading D. Dina Friedman<\/span>