The 
Birds loudly say their names
In spring
The assonance of making a living

Which side of the moon
Is homework

In spring 
Puddles have telekinetic reflections
And walk on their fingers

Furthermore, the séance of computation
Is poetry 

4 thoughts on “Somehow it’s All True”

1. I love the psychedelic riff-raffery of this one, Bob 🙂

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   April 8, 2021 at 6:54 pm Reply

   1. Thanks John. Much appreciated!

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      April 8, 2021 at 7:59 pm Reply

2. I love the logic of this poem. Wonderful job.

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   April 12, 2021 at 2:19 pm Reply

   1. Thank you!!

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      April 12, 2021 at 3:40 pm Reply