by Randall Johnson
A wire too small to see
turns spirit into being
perfect transference
not an ohm wasted
the who, watt, where and why
dispersed instantaneously
until the little fiber
one day
darkens.
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Sunday, October 28, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Update at Ten
by Randall Johnson
Fire was news not weather then.
Water ran like water,
from taps, you understand.
They say fire weather tomorrow
and water’s short.
Fire weather?
We scoffed at bottled water once
which now pervades cold cases
at every store where needs are sold.
Will we cough at canned air next
or buy it in bulk before dirt weather?
Fire was news not weather then.
Water ran like water,
from taps, you understand.
They say fire weather tomorrow
and water’s short.
Fire weather?
We scoffed at bottled water once
which now pervades cold cases
at every store where needs are sold.
Will we cough at canned air next
or buy it in bulk before dirt weather?
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