An old pair
seeking commonality
Walk the
paths of dual reality
Carrying
eyepieces that magnify
Foreshadowing
calls and birdsongs that cry
Accusations
and salutations – wry.
Pleasure and
misfortune are duality
For in the
middle exists the contrast
Black or
white; black and white they seem aghast
Common birds
that pray and too, birds of prey
The vernal
equinox is this first day.
Walking
yonder a young reticent girl
Wearing pretty
skirt, coat and hat of reds
Her eyes
lower; her head turns like a swirl
And away from
any connection to her dreads.
Her steps are
cautious, her demeanor sad.
She carries a
package perhaps, a diary
Covered in yellow
ribbon shreds - it swings
Back and
forth flashing hints of her carry.
Now it is
clear. A small bird’s flutterings;
Pain’s reality
or merely, fallacious mutterings.
La sangre como el universo es infinito
The gentle
eye sees; the acute mind contrast of cogito.
