Horace

[billy]

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Was what I saw
sitting in encounter the only thing i can take this to mean is an encounter group, but even then it a too ambiguous opening and stops the reader in his tracks almost.

you in Tampa
between bird cries: wheels of
broken big wheels – hair silly
string and sad string?

Was what I saw
sitting in Kenosha.
north bound children
with no hope for encounter?

Through milk dishes, fishing line
and generous summer storms

Tampa rains over
trash: space we generously called
a garden. this would make a great senryu all on it's own

while passive driveways are plowed in Kenosha i'm guessing plowed is the american spelling?

and strange American boys sweat
American

their father’s sift the sea for women

and “good sea women”
for drinks

some great lines and images but i'm at a loss to tie the title to the poem.
i wondered if Horace was a person or place and couldn't decide. i get a feel of communication about the piece but again i can't quite grasp it. i'm clutching at straws i know but that's all i can bring to the encounter

thanks for the read.