The Dinosaur Dreams Its Colors Into View
That there could ever be
a blue that shines so well
into a yellow! The blue and
the yellow all suddenly a new
kind of color. What are
the children doing? Are they
working on that maple tree?
So much here can’t be
said just yet. A person has to
feel something to believe it.
If a person has a face
it could be very hard for
that person to imagine
having another face.
Does anyone understand
anything? Two benches
are two people. Words are
kinds of special to any
body. The wall is full
of flowers, all kinds of
prairie flowers. Hope
is a smell more than
anything. (It smells like
hope and it is a quick
smell.) The most beautiful
honesty can’t decide
which way she wants
to go from her home in
the country. “I need eggs
and the library” she says.
What is a person to do
with all the time. Talk dirt
into the ground. Shouting
is banned in some
countries. A whisper
is a gesture in kindness.
People are just people
and people love them
nonetheless.
–Amanda Nadelberg
Amanda Nadelberg grew up in Boston and graduated from Carleton College. Her first book, Isa the Truck Named Isadore, won the 2005 Slope Editions Book Prize. Recently, her poems have appeared in Octopus, Notnostrums and Ploughshares. She currently lives in Iowa City and attends the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop.
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