There is an oblivion 
 Just next door
 Recently relocated.
  
 Here one visits 
 If one is willing,
 A returning
 From the future
  
 That’s been with you
 Before you were born. 
 A pumpernickel dawn
 Of abandoned hospitals.
  
 But some fool
 Cut off the wings.
 And misplaced 
 The spelling bee. 
  
 So, you hold up 
 The rainy bicycle
 With the perfume 
 Of your arms, and
  
 Into this pinch of creation,
 And pinched by creation,
  
 Till your knuckles have as 
 Many stars as a galaxy. 
  
 Laughter is a tree truck
 Without a ride home. 

4 thoughts on “The Opportunity”

1. as usual Bob I relish the images; hang on, I’m going to have another read: no one does the surrealism like you !

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   January 14, 2021 at 3:51 pm Reply

   1. Thanks John! I’m very glad you liked it.

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      January 14, 2021 at 6:17 pm Reply

2. Such a pleasure to read. Well done!

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   January 15, 2021 at 2:08 pm Reply

   1. Thank you! I’m very glad you liked it.

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      January 15, 2021 at 5:07 pm Reply