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