Hans Ostrom Poems

Chocolate

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He was asked, by a machine, to rate
his user experience. He did not rate it.
He was asked by advertising, government,
and media (which formed a single entity)
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They are painters on skates,
brushing and dabbing the cold canvas
on which they glide and whirl.
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Hello, curve of life.
Darling, you bend me.
You give me the blues.
So generous.
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I ponder you. You ponder me.
Thus we create a palpable
ponderability,
a kind of interstasis
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After a lot of snow fell
and stayed, noise flew south
to join a conga line. Listening
from inside the house to nothing
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The shrub, Daphne, volunteers to grow
After birds, for example, defecate its purple berries
Onto soil. Daphne refuses to be transplanted.
Moved, it dies. The original Daphne became a tree
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On that particular day, USA was invading
a country again. I didn’t know anything
to think that would change USA. Maybe
I was wrong to observe birds. When
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Gävle surprised me. It marched
out of my expectations looking like Garbo—
brusque, beautiful, never weak. Baltic air
struck like hammer blows. At the
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If a tree fell in the forest,
and you were in the way,
you might be killed. If you
fell in the forest, and
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