For Dead Tom Copeland

I found your clear, plastic ruler

between the pages of a book

I bought for $2. Oriental poetry.

The Way.

Your straight lines in black, red and green,

the stars and brackets marking

the words of Li Po that fired your mind.

From the margins your ideas rise so clear.

“Do nothing – not nothing to do.”

Text and notes joining here and now

in my mind, measuring, marking

studying the way Li Po and you and me

joined mind to Mind.

One Comment on “For Dead Tom Copeland”

  1. tiramit says:

    I think I have a clear plastic ruler like that, haven’t seen it for a while. After reading your post, I spent the morning browsing Li Po’s poems…

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