cygnes/sambowls
by George Vance
[ poetry - september 10 ]
I was trying to look at signs for symbols but kept looking at
symbols for signs
behind yield a figure disappeared off far left
from the absented extremity white river birds swooped
right foreground down on the Fausse Marne
sun snow and wind all came upon us at once
us meant me and them
asked where by strangers there I think I said
and turned into their desired route
vicariously experiencing wishes of those with destinations
where the long Belgian semi-truck
with a horse-lover / lover-horse tattooed on the cab
that had twice wound round the curved field of our vision
backed up to the dock of a defunct cookie factory
our meaning my and their
meaning what was meant but there was none
symbols signifying what is not present
