Friday, May 3, 2013

Tango


The surface of the ocean
and the bottom of the sky
are so intimate that
they move as one.

The ocean is still the ocean.
The sky is still the sky.

Where one begins
and the other ends
is anybody's guess.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Advice from the Gypsy


Whatever model, make sure
There’s a flaw, dealing cards
So when they hop at all
There’s a tell on the call.

But why should I tell you?
You already know what lies
On the other side of the hall,
Behind your door, waiting.

To speak without saying,
To observe,
The pitfalls and the ironies,
The way they seem déjà vues,

Simply take an image,
Some peak particular,
And tweak the propeller
So it winds askew.

[Disposable Poem April 3, 2013]
Dr. Mike

May 3, 2013 at 7:05 PM

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