Thursday, August 31, 2006

POEM: Easy

It’s easy to see leaves
leaning one way and another,
or a sky in silver above him.
Holding things is also easy –
lemons that resemble lights
in his hands, and books
with signals flashing inside.
He knows it’s easy to listen
to spoken words
because they’re made of soft air
and thoughts,
and to sit still
on this gracefully spinning planet.

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