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POLICE CAR, POET, SNOW
one wintry day
in a swirl of mud and snow a police car came screaming along the street insufferably arrogant as usual pushing and shoving its way through traffic the funny thing was that no matter how smug it acted it could not shake off the coat of snow that covered it and made it look identical to every other car all crawling like hearses and that’s why it was upset as it passed by a poet who happened to be trudging across the road got splattered from head to toe with mud thrown up by its filthy wheels what he saw made him suddenly felt like crying associating what he had just witnessed with the ambiguous connection between this police car of the state and the idea that poetry is like snow |
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© Translation: 2007, Simon Patton, Tao Naikan, Michael M. Day |