on average, the human
on average, the human
heart discards point
two megabytes of broken
data per second, leaving
a distinct taste of loss
in the air for sixteen
seconds just right after –
and should a lucky poet
be passing by, packing
a pair of powder-
free latex gloves and
the finest tweezers, he
or she may gingerly
pinch the fallen
fragments, take them
home to rinse and
hang-dry for a week,
before refashioning
them into something
useful to a beating
heart again
.
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Just a perfect picture of how ideas form in the mind of a poet as he/she passes through the world around them.
(laugh) “just a perfect picture,” eh? i think the powder-free is probably not as important (smile). thank you, again.
John Stone would have loved this one…I sent it to his Mae…
oh, you are right! ah, (sad sigh). life is so short.
You have such singular vision. I hope all of these poems are going in a book. Pearl
i like the phrase, “singular vision,” but i wonder about having it (smile).