--- title: Look subtitle: a found typewriter poem genre: verse id: found-typewriter-poem toc: "Look: a found typewriter poem" epigraph: content: | [Is he older](http://books.google.com/books?id=ALdlAAAAMAAJ&focus=searchwithinvolume&q=older+than)? I asked her. And I never got an answer, because at the moment she disappeared in a puff of smoke. I like to think nothing ever happened to her save that she went over to the spirit realm. I usually know better though. project: title: Autocento of the breakfast table class: autocento ... | Look, I say---look here--- | at this old place | [where nothing changes][old-place]. | Look at the people | who pass by. Look at | the trees. The flowers | full of wanting: look | [how full they are][] with | color. Look how they mock | us, empty people who | must fill themselves | with changes---emptiness. | "[There is nothing][] to be | but happy. [There is no][] | sadness to fall down | like cherry petals." | The [trees don't under- | stand:][trees] they are too | tall to see the germ | of discontent in us. [old-place]: planks.html [how full they are]: squirrel.html [There is nothing]: elegeyforanalternateself.html [There is no]: no-nothing.html [trees]: plant.html