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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