I Stood at William Carlos Williams’ Grave by A. D. Camerone

I stood at William Carlos Williams’ Grave.
I thought about the poetry he made.
His thoughts made out of words morphed
Into images.
The images becoming
Bridges to words
Made out of thoughts.

I stood at William Carlos Williams’ Grave.
I thought about the quantum transfer that is made,
When spooky action defines reality,
Faster than the speed of light.
When entanglement decides
The bonds defining an identity
Made out of observation.

I stood at William Carlos Williams’ Grave.
I thought of the present,
Sandwiched between times gone past,
And times to come.
The Now becoming
A speculation
Made from an interpretation.

I stood at William Carlos Williams’ Grave,
And left a rock on his headstone
To tell him I was there.

by A. D. Camerone 6/15/10
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Twitter version 6/08/09
I thought about how poetry is made. How thoughts made into words become images. How images become bridges to thoughts made out of words.