The poet draws maps for imaginary tourists.
With these words
Underlines the galaxy.
The cosmos
Is the footing
We stand on.
The leg-work of the eons.
The universe
Is a wave.
The wind measures the shore.
Unknowing for a mustache. The universe strolls.
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Maps, imaginary tourists, and the “universe is a wave” – this is a brilliant stroll with the universe Bob. Each line is a gem.
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that mustache at the end came out of nowhere!!…..and then the stroll…it was like all the eons of leg work, as you say, all of it acknowledged through strolls and joy and appreciation. this one really leaves me on the james brown “good foot.” thanks.
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Great poem. I absolutely adore your opening.
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