Markings 60 - Poem of the Day

Solutions?

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

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