18 January 2022

Moose at the Crossroads (poem)

 

At the spring when waters clear
fresh and clear skyfall mirrors
progress could not kill the drink
nor moose to think up gears

Typhoon strikes shaken trees
politics and ants eat leaves
land hope for future green growth
moose skates oath with bees

Quantum relativity
waves warp time with nothing free
fields adjust infinite spaces
cracks the dawn and race to see

Nonsense is an abstract lair
of sight, sound and rabbit flairs
material chit nothing planned
spanning Earth and warming air.



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