To either John or Bobby
His wave left particles
in its wake–it was a smile like that–with teeth and fingers and
photons, that is to say, charged–
And when he let it loose
upon the crowds–actually, it wasn’t like that–
his smile was not an animal
whose bars he lifted,
no, it was more like a plant–a sun flower that turned back and forth
to the crowds
as if each person who gaped
held light, only it was the smile
that held the light,
shining as toothily
as a sun, as if it were the sun
that sought the plants,
it was an odd
bi-photosynthesis that happened so fast
you could see it–as if you could see a tree grow–
can you imagine seeing
a tree grow–
which is why the cutting down
was so cruel, a tree supposed to grow
its whole life.
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For Bjorn Rudberg’s very cool prompt on particle/wave theory on Real Toads. End of April. I didn’t fully participate this year, but did get back into blogging poetry. For this I am very grateful, thanks.
A recycled drawing above from JFK’s funeral.
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