Little Oddities
by Gary Hardaway
Signs and Portents
Whether waxing or waning, I don't know,
too lazy to Google the answer. I think
waxing, from the slender blade to half
a cheese before the week ends. I like
the sharp crescent, tonight. The blade
of the heavens, poised to cut us all.
Life as a Particle Accelerator
The energies align to compel you,
wave by field, charge by pulse, into
an ever increasing circle of speed
you can't resist until you're smashed
against another imprisoned particle
in a brief shower of information
and yet smaller sub-particles.
Dust to Dust
Our cast off cells and filaments
commingle across the hidden stretches of floor,
countertops, and bookshelves
to reemerge as furry vortices, gliding
motes angelic in a shaft of sun,
and ever-fearsome dust bunnies.
That damned crescent scared me this morning. Looked way too sharp on the ends and edges.
"to reemerge as furry vortices, gliding
motes angelic in a shaft of sun,
and ever-fearsome dust bunnies."
Very nice.
Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Erika.
Dust to Dust...a never-ending battle.
Thank you, Kitty
I like 'em all - especially the first!
Thank you, Larry.