Red Strings


There is the heaven we enter
through institutional grace
and there are the yellow finches bathing and singing
in the lowly puddle.

Yellow, the first poem in Mary Oliver’s latest book Evidence.

I once drew a picture, titled Red Strings. There are two parts to this picture, I always try to explain. But even I cannot explain. This video made me think of it. It now hangs in the toilet of Stevie General Store. I also once wrote a poem called Only The Ones We Love. I reworked and reworked, and reworked this poem. It is now lost, in the memory of what love isn’t, and yet, so alive.

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