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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

All I Miss


A mite rides
atop an elephant.

The mite is all I see.
The elephant is all I miss.

We are immersed in Tao
and never even notice we're wet.

We're too thirsty for more
of whatever we think we're missing.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeSeptember 25, 2013 at 10:47 PM

    O

    O spearmint on the tongue
    Balm for the throat on cold
    Winter nights in Ohio!

    Ovulating because you are near.

    Standing ovations for your aria
    In the Cincinnati opera in the zoo
    Where seals opine their moans.

    Otium, as Latin poets wrote. --

    In odes, the most dangerous omen,
    Lolling on the barcalounger,
    Ogling the awesome babes,

    Pralines in their prams –

    Oktoberfest in Fountain Square,
    With its beer and hot pretzels,
    Offerings of opulent polkas

    O those open sloes –

    Plums to suckle, menthol
    Oscillating between coals.
    O for the warmth of snow!

    The Ohio River froze.

    [Disposable Poem September 25, 2013]
    Dr. Mike

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