Torque
Buildings, trees, teeth.
All can be wrenched from moorings
with the proper amount
of torque. Leverage and pressure and
the impulse to yank,
and how can surroundings resist? Oh,
let's be honest here,
landscapes are altered everyday. Holes
are constructed in
city blocks, big boxes of earth and space
and beam. Trees keel
over, roots revealed and splayed like tentacles.
And of course the old
string round the open door's knob, tied to
the tooth. Steady your palm,
its innate desire to push and pull. On three.
roots revealed and sprayed like tentacles = love
ReplyDeleteI feel the tension of push and pull in this poem. It's wonderful, and so is the painting!
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