Markings 60 - Poem of the Day

November 18, 2017



This morning I am driven

by the human urge to follow clues,


and they are legion. Connecting them

in any semblance of a pattern


or solving them as a puzzle

is only an end in itself.


The fluorescent blue of the jacaranda

reflected in wet suburban streets;


the woman on the train who asks me

for directions in German; the scent


of Russian sobranie pipe tobacco smoke

in the station underground – don’t call


for answers. They are simply ciphers

trying to resolve questions of the heart.



Jeff Guess

©Jeff Guess 2017


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