Hi Margie,

I love your poem! The objective nature of it makes it full of zen. I hope you 
don't mind but I've taken the liberty of writing a commentary to each line just 
for fun :)  Mike. 


reality comes in on little cat feet (and takes flight when big dog feet notice)
or bolts of lightning (which pierce absolutely nothing, but makes a hole for 
the light to come in)

it plays across the strings of violins (when no-one hears)
and drives to the bakery for a loaf of bread (yet the road moves and the car 
does not)
it trickles down faces in tears (laughter or sadness without discrimination)
and lurks in the dirt on the rug (like the shit on a stick)
it moves in the wagging tail of a dog (a teaching beyond words)
or finds voice in the song of a bird (a cry that swallows the whole world)



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reality comes in on little cat feet
or bolts of lightning
it plays across the strings of violins
and drives to the bakery for a loaf of bread
it trickles down faces in tears
and lurks in the dirt on the rug
it moves in the wagging tail of a dog
or finds a voice in the song of a bird

Margie (roloro1557)

    


      

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