Famous Passage

The sleuth says to the tenderfoot, How’s the texture down there?

The heel replies, Paved and calloused.  The sleuth says,

It was a rhetorical,             gesture.

Tony Tripp is the name of that snapshot detective.

Wears something becoming.  Fashionable, he makes

graphs out of photos; calls them photon postures:

the newspapers eat them, make their skin out of them and print-font.

It costs less than a dollar to peel a Sunday paper off a newsstand, and

we do it so the vendors don’t have to molt.

So Tripp can make a buck or a new role of film:

Flash:  a cairn has ducked its head

into the ground as best it can—

            Is it fractioned correspondence

                        out here?

            Or is it the We?

                        In-form, we figured it.

            To be this side

                        of that and them, over there.

Jeremy A Gardner
Man of L+E+T+T+E+R+S
GWU