Resistance

 

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I resist sitting in a chair

of wooden arrogance,

a perfectly hollow home,

symmetrically sound,

knowing so much.

The place I wanted to go

in resistance to my resistance

I didn’t.

I stayed warm and not sweaty cold

here with the familiar

dog and boys,

one who likes to talk, one who doesn’t

and the dog who is running running dream running

like me

to Argentina

to the Cataratas del Iguazú.

2 thoughts on “Resistance

  1. I didn’t know you had visited the falls in Argentina. I was only in Argentina two or three times – parts of it were beautiful but parts were also desolate. The poetry is as beautiful (and perhaps as isolated) as the falls. Love you – Joe

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