Radio Supernova X

We hold these poems to be self-evident:

    the shadow of a palm tree as it approaches noon

    is a poem;

Las lagrimas–the tears that flow to the ocean for lost love

    are a poem;

Birdsong in the dead of night, a rooster at dawn

    and a dog’s distant barking:

        each is a poem.

A lost child in a mall who prays to find mother

    prays a poem.

The punchline of a favorite joke, shared with a forgotten friend

–suddenly rememberd, as if by ambush–

    is a poem.

Pleading eyes for hunger or lust or warmth

    plead a poem.

The arctic Aurora Borealis in smeared-sky rainbow;

    the infinate disc-edge of a black hole;

    the radiation soul-heat of the bang

    that was all big creation:

    these each play in the top ten

    greatest hits, nightly, of this very station:

        Radio Poetry Supernova X

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