Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Mandala

I often wonder what my red eyeglasses see? Perhaps, they fashion what is in front of them into a mandala.

Or what does a lemon see of the knife which slices them.

Moving in a circular motion, what about a very short poem. Perhaps, a tad astringent:

nothing
as sharp
as lemon

A mandala to glass.  

1 comment:

  1. 12 lines...


    every other sentence, every other dream

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