Charles Simic

Watermelons

tiny buddhas on the fruit stand.
we eat their smiles and spit out the teeth.



Ezra Pound

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.


Sometimes less is all you need.
Sometimes that's hard to remember.
When we have so much to say, so much to bitch about, sometimes we should just say a few sentences
and move on.

So, moving on.