New poem by TCBH resident poet Gary Lindorff -- 'A poem about this'

I’m looking at a box of tissues.

It is my supermarket’s brand.

The photo on it is very beautiful and understated.

It shows a swan gliding from the left.

There are no words on the box.

In the background is a man in a rowboat.

He is so far off

That at first I thought he was in a kayak.

Both images are tiny.

The water is close and expansive and there are

Undulating mountains low in the background,

Also understated.

And as I say, there are no words.

(The barcode and the name of the store

Are printed on the bottom of the box.)

The box is mono-tone, mustard-yellow

Like just after the sun has set

And everything is saturated by the afterglow.

There are no waves, only stillness

And perfect reflections.

The subdued color enhances the feel of the scene.

I dreamed of a supermarket last night.

I was passing down spacious aisles

Crammed with food.

I was leaving the store without any items

And felt the need to explain to the cashier why

I wasn’t buying anything:...

For the rest of this new poem by GARY LINDORFF,  poet in residence at ThisCantBeHappening!, the uncompromised, collectively run, five-time Project Censored Award-winning online alternative news site, please go to:www.thiscantbehappening.net/node/3221