For absurdity, from Dome of the Hidden Pavilion. Some absurdity is necessary, like Tate, and some is not.

from Peace / by James Tate

“… You were just sitting here by yourself doing nothing?”

he said. “I watched the sunset. It was quite lovely,” I said.

“Isn’t that against the law?” he said. “Not that I know of,”

I said. “Well, you’re an absurd man,” he said. “Maybe I am,

maybe I’m not. It makes no difference to me…”

DPF / Tanning

For National Poetry Month and for all the essential and noisy and noiseless waiting, from my very favorite door connoisseur; Dorotheatanning.org.

from “Waiting” / by Dorothea Tanning

Surely this everywhere present is real
enough and eager, yet unable, to tell me
what I am waiting for now.