THIS TO SAY: SONNET Poem by Maurice Scully

[drums]


I have taken
the stones
that were on
the rice box

by the coloured
glass on the
windowledge
& put them in

the small ceramic
pot you made
what a decade
ago now with

its blue dots &
emphatic rim
fingertips a-tingle
in yr pocket

now that I look
noticing a note
under the magnet
on the fridge door

plumb the shadowy
dailiness sliced side-
ways into the career-
ing shiver of the actual

the that in which
probably forgive
thanks breakfast
sweet sweet sweet

& turned into English
what I thought I could
a common deviser of
slaunderous Pasquelles

nibb-
ling another
unbidden fruit
was

on the dice
box - what's that? -
a dish dashed
against

a plastic pane -
hidden in the
Brittle Institute of
the World

I used to deem
the Paradigm
of the Obvious -
we did - yes -

pop!

so cold
so old
so bold
& so sweet.

Good.