Image | Mathew Thomas
poor pilgrim
eyes ears nose mouth these body parts i squeak
so clean // the windows to the world of things //
& no ideas but there one poet says //
another writes that there’s an ear within
the genitals a one-eyed bear between
the legs // allusions dog my brainspace windows
floor to ceiling where i sit // eyes are
the windows to the soul i heard that from
my mother first & thinking of her smooths
my thought i think // were she alive i’d write
her this // in sun in snow in ebb & flow
the passions in & out the window go //
time’s thievery’s a beggar man’s belief
poor pilgrim isn’t love worth all the grief
© Tom Zimmerman
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| Thomas Zimmerman |
Thomas Zimmerman (he/him/his) teaches English, directs the Writing Center, and edits The Big Windows Review https://
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