"I hates those meeces to pieces! "
- Mr. Jinks, cartoon cat
I thought of Aristotle and held
up a mirror to the world. Sunlight
caromed off it and blinded a driver
who almost ran over me, roared
past, shouting his catharsis. I
dropped the mirror, which broke,
delighting a woman who passed by.
Borrowing a broom, I swept up
shards of mimesis, realistic glass.
A hubristic crow overhead tilted
on a line and cawed me out. Crow
was delighted. I was instructed.
hans ostrom 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting pictorial captivation of happenstance through poetry,