Monday, November 21, 2005

Random Acts of Poetry

Random Acts of Poetry

Gyre

Template of a planet
painted on a billiard ball,

caroming a zigzag--
bone-hard egg, polished stone,

tissue and sinew
barely hanging on.

~~~

On a dry plain,
a setting sun, sets free.

The absence of an ache
releases a bird, red feathers--

flying south.
A flame in the sky.

~~~

Later the heavenly
game, connect the dots,

begins. I see fish,
gods, dishes,

the old faces, hear a murmuring --
something about a garden.

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