For absurdity, from Dome of the Hidden Pavilion. Some absurdity is necessary, as is Tate, and some is not. #amazonlink to Dome of the Hidden Pavilion https://amzn.to/3no7Pk4

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…”

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For National Poetry Month and for all the essential and noisy and noiseless waiting, from my very favorite door connoisseur, Dorothea Tanning, at Dorotheatanning.org. #amazonlink https://amzn.to/3I6J7ys to Coming to That, the book in which the following poem was originally published.

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.

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