Joseph O'Keefe​

When You Have Become A Tsunami Stone

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When you have become a tsunami stone

A mechanic’s rag 

Dried horsehair of a portrait artist

and each day teethe on eternity

 

Conviction is a dowser on sere plain

But you find cathedrals on the dull side of a leaf

novella colors on handbill posts

 

You concede the final quantum contradiction:

man’s best friend prefers women

and you drop the smiling leash for another’s joy

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