10 Dec 2018 poem

Clear Day Sonnet

The universe is expanding,
refuses to go on a diet,
loves blended whisky
and seventy-two percent cacao dark chocolate.

NASA thought a Saturn Five rocket
might pop the universe like a balloon,
but thirteen flights have exceeded orbit
and run into nothing but circles around the moon.

The bass swim the river unconcerned
and geese follow their migratory patterns.
A machine grinds a lens for my glasses
so I may see far far away.

Another galaxy? No.
But Texas from the top of the Sandia Mountains.


copyright © 2018 Kenneth P. Gurney

 

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