Eric Rawson

What Philosophers
Say About You

Eyes are whether or not you use
Them whether or not the clouds are
Your responsibility or

The trees result from your looking
At them—you are thinking this is

True whether anybody says
So and you are as right as rain

(For which you aren’t responsible)

Once you decide on something you
Can start to turn into yourself—

I once saw poppies scattered

Along the interstate highway

Thousands like a smashed piñata
In the late summer the color

Of them splattered across the wind-
Shield and heat on my head and neck

Red and white belong to no one