Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Postcard 13


I've spotted you twenty-two times
Out of sync and moving in the wrong direction
You rebel you
A puzzle I can't figure out
Problematic, because you reveal
How little I understand the universe
Like the pea buried beneath
A thousand mattresses
You irritate my need for order
Though I can't say I am not intrigued
The word why, after all
Is the best way to begin any conversation
Ask any two year old
So my curiosity is piqued
Please tell me all your secrets

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