Sunday, February 28, 2010

Quantum Wave Adjustment Kit

Being you is
Barefoot on broad
Piers at night rejoicing
Where beach fires
Compose wishes.
Being me is
Fifty-some-odd
Years ago noticing
How much pliers
Look like fishes.

2 comments:

  1. 'Piers'...'pliers'? Interesting. Left brain reaches right brain. Do we become more of the former as we age? Just wondering....

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  2. Willie,
    Maybe age, maybe. Poem is composed of two sentences, 19 syllables each, in which piers rhymes with years and pliers with fires. However, my right and left brains always unite in alarm when my pier is on fire. Now where are those damn pliers?
    Geo.

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