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Acrobat
I have nowhere
to put my arms away
for the night and so I avoid
taking them off, which
only causes more problems.
Lying on my back is novel.
I could write a poem in my sleep,
for instance.
Sooner or later, however,
my spine takes on a limb of its own
and the inferior mattress is just too much
there.
I have considered a futon
of the roll-up variety in my Zen arcs.
Head on oblong block. Face open
to the closed eyes of night,
floating along in space
in tandem with the poem
that flies through the air
with the greatest of ease
and gets up and walks
on its hands
come morning.
April 2012
Art notes:
top: blue acrobat by Picasso
second: acrobat by Picasso
third: acrobat with flowers by Marc Chagall
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