S L O T * * * T A N G E R I N

how spooky is this?
it's stinking hot here...i've just come in
from the decking after ferrying all my plants
into shade...my poor old basil plant is limp
from the heat
back inside, i turn on the ceiling fan...

then, i turn on the pooter to visit neo, and the first
thing i read is your poem...
"basil limp
a fan stirs" !
(are you hiding in my house somewhere?)

i absolutely love this...and i'm not even too
sure why! it just speaks to me

beneath descendants
across strata...these lines stand out to me
time and distance
happenstance, or fate?
not important

there's something very pulling about
this write
it's layered

i feel it is what it is, yet scratch its surface,
and a number of scenarios come tumbling out
i get something different from it each time
i read it

you are so good with words...truly

you never "tell"...you always "show"...
and the reader often sees more than they imagined they would

LOVE you and this

x

the short sentences made me search for meaning which made me attend the poem and drew me in
my only crits, I'd like to see the 2 line stanzas maintained to the end and I don't like 'limitless', too abstract, like eternal or infinite, nothing for the mind to grab onto compared to the rest of the poem which takes you from one image to the next.