Sunday, August 21, 2016


In Fling-Flung Town

artificial winds
fling you about.

No cars or buses.

You just get out in it and
let it take you.

A real skill in arranging your body
for slowing, and then catching hold
of...anything for stopping.

Much overshooting at first.
I gave up on Macy’s after a week
of attempts, but next week I had
the knack.

Collisions inevitable, but you learn
to present the smallest profile near

Young couples arranging to get
into each other's arms is a wonderful

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poetry in motion
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