Poem After Miro
naked
sun
red moon
starshine
ice in the glass
pretends to cut
the lip in
living color
inside out even
it’s there challenging
with movement
and goofy brilliance
so you may often wonder
if the whole thing is a joke
which it could be if you
had a sense of humor.
1 Comments:
This is a ground, path, fruition poem. Up to: "inside out even', is the ground. The next three lines are the path.
The next four lines are the fruition.
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