Help Me Pick Some Lines of Poetry

I need some help selecting some lines of poetry. These will go on the gallery wall at 516 for the show “Wendover Landing.” The full text will be on a flock of birds by Christy Henst. I wrote this text for her when I was out in Wendover, Utah. I think of it as being a series of 1-line haiku.
So which ones go on the wall? Figure 3 or 4.

Writing on Salt

oddly purposive arrangement of stones water left behind

mirage can be mathematically predicted

who placed these beer bottles like Stonehenge?

I filled a baggie with salt

day after day the wind visited me like a busybody

an insufficiency of tears

the invisible left a glyph

time might not be moving the distance was so vast

the poem seemed like something that was outside of me

an alphabet has no numeric value

blue was an inadequate word in this field of illusion

metal outline of a man, target shot full of holes

the army built a city of salt and bombed it

I could never have believed anything this empty if I hadn’t slept here without dreams

mist rose from what once was sea as if it still was

9 thoughts on “Help Me Pick Some Lines of Poetry

  1. My faves: the invisible left a glyph
    the army built a cit of salt and bombed it
    I could never have believed anything this empty…..

    Lovely lines. Let us know when the show is up!!

  2. My top four, with minor cuts, are:

    the poem seemed like something outside of me
    blue was an inadequate word
    the invisible left a glyph
    an insufficiency of tears

    diana

  3. day after day the wind visited me like a busybody
    mist rose from what once was sea as if it still was
    an insufficiency of tears

  4. Miriam–my favorites are these four:

    1. Wind visited like a busybody
    2. Insufficiency of tears
    3. …slept here without dreams (second last one)
    4. Mist rose from the sea…..(last one)

    Love these!

    Terry

  5. so many good lines! three delicious ones – evocative – then too i am swept away by the empty line and the wind visits

    time might not be moving the distance was so vast
    blue was an inadequate word in this field of illusion
    mist rose from what once was sea as if it still was

    I could never have believed anything this empty if I hadn’t slept here without dreams
    and
    day after day the wind visited me like a busybody

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