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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3371 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Irritatingly Literal M Peer through the streaky kitchen window, past philodendron I can’t keep alive, cactus I can’t kill, to ask why city lights always shimmer as if they’re blinking, glimmer as if they’re winking. Just once, please give the gift of alchemy. Your answer – heat waves, light waves, dispersion, refraction, distortion – is an unmown garden maze. Two people clever enough to debate Doppler and Steinbeck, Dadaism and Debussy, Taoists and Diogenes find love isn’t up for discussion. Ardor isn’t city lights. Passion is the airplane that pushes past the glimmer-shimmer, roars over my head. I don’t ask why it stays aloft; we’ve discussed aerodynamics before. I need to know why it’s going south. You recheck direction, inform me that a bearing of 180° is the proper flight plan. |
