9/25/2020

Infinite Mirror

Consider the oyster, 

its reflection emerging 

from the pencil 

turning in your hand.


Consider the moon snail, 

its rasping tongue carving

a door into the oyster’s 

guarded interior.


[LSS, 9/25/20]


World’s Largest Ball of String

Both the puppeteer

and the marionette

are the dreamers

of this poem. 


[LSS, 9/24/20]


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