Is life a ribbon from end to end?
A stream. A river. Water draining away.
Is life a sequence of pauses and events?
A string of lights. A long, heavy chain.
Is life granular -- random and disconnected?
A warm beach. Salt scattered across a table.
Yes.
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Scat Haberdasher
Is it the brim or the copper-plated roof
Of a sun hat that deflects the light to be humble?
How rails the Braille? Feel along the cedar
For a rise and a blush. Felt circles the grey hat,
Hit pause for peace, but there isn’t a moment
Without fireworks where I live. Go figure!
One pogrom to another, I carry my house
On my back like a snail, shtetl to shtetl.
[Disposable Poem March 23, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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