Wednesday, November 02, 2005


The sand beneath
my calendar is sinking
slowly in the pasta.
Sea is sauce and
radiation is the meatball.
But the sky is something
like a jigsaw puzzle or
a pelican assembled
by the kitchen gods
intended for the private
use of baseball bishops
and home mortgage
tax deductions.
I prefer the common
loon of course, not seen
in wave mechanics
since electrons
went extinct

~Son Rivers 2005

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