Week 2; A Poem a Day

1/11/16

how can a mind
find its track
as it darts between
a million tiny tasks
is the mind not a river
with countless tributaries
and indecisive channels
its pace mastered
by gravity and soil
is the mind not water
as in a glass or a balloon
as in a glacier or broken clouds
as in cells or reservoirs

1/13/16

Everything moves
Crows fly by the waxing moon
Still after ten years

July2014_202_JeremyRuzich

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