Scott Minar Biography

Someone put an accordion in the crook
of a tree where it plays itself
on windy days—where I miraculously walk through impassable
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I've studied it,
Looked inside its vowels,
Examined consonants as if they were pyramids,
Like they held a secret
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He stops at restaurant chalkboards
on busy sidewalks—to jot down
a few formulae,
as people move past scratching
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Theseus the King looked out his little window.
His ankle was hurting again
and that picture of his wife kept falling
out of his trousers.
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In my other life, when I was a Polar explorer,
the cold was penetrating—like the way air enters
an accordion. Being raised by bears
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