Thursday, February 13, 2014

a reflective and serious study

how my little "neighbors" the sun and moon are going to get the football under the trampoline, without getting off of the trampoline.

On the branches of laurel
Sat two shadowy pigeons.
One of them was the sun
The other the moon.

Little neighbors, I asked them,
Where am I buried?
In my tail said the sun.
In my craw said the moon.

"Ballad of the Shadowy Pigeon" --Jack Spicer