Friday, April 16, 2010

Tennis, Anyone?

The earth moved.
“Yeah, right”.
No, really it moved.

Not under me as passion
or tremor.
It moved east.

The sun moored in the sky,
a maple tree dressed in new leaf.

Like a tennis racket,
the maple tree moved
toward the orange sun.
I sensed the movement.
I wanted to hold on to something.

You must experience this
universal high.
Have you ever felt it?

Game, set, match.


Copyright:2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

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