Paul Pines (1941 – 2018) at Poets in the Park, Albany, NY, July 2015
GATHERING SPARKS
In my dream
I tell someone
that a small
painting tucked
into the poems
is a portrait
of the poet, then
try to find it before
the dream fades.
* * * *
THE CONFUSION OF THE ATTIC
Reading about unemployed
Platonists in Paul Pine’s poetry
I wonder if my old copy of
the Modern Library Plato
is in the attic. But when I
ascend into the heat, I find only
plastic forms, odd extruders &
some dried up pieces of Play Doh.
A.P.D. 