Frederick Meijer Gardens sculpture, photo via Migraine Chick
“Sunset like the grasshopper
flying”.
Ezra Pound.
Twisted arms over a head…
Spera voices…
Hopping steps to the bath…
I feed grapes to the ladybug…
while get lost in your poems,
in their flux…
Apple-rape, my emotional day
finds me clinging for
the hands and arrows,
choosing gps-shorter/faster path.
Atmosphere of caring yet royal
tolerance and grace,
switching levels between
high and low,
changing ‘locks
& dams’.
Someone gets
wax-poetic
watching
hands-swans in play;
look for
rhythm/melodic patterns
when your
life on display.
On the way
back –
a buzzing
hand of egg timer
Deja vue –
uncompleted desires,
obligations,
encounters, tasks…
Pure suggestions:
‘Find your
flow’, ‘Be real’,
‘Touch the
ground’,
and all 24
hours:
‘Get
optimized’.
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