the arc of their energy


The Arc of Their Energy

More &
more I
opt for
parking my
van under
the trees
by the
park after
work instead
of on
the hill
where the
punks in
their pick-ups,
loud &
taken over.


But these
little kids
racing around
the park,
I’m fascinated
by their
every move.


But that’s
not quite
right they
don’t move
they flow,
I’m fascinated
by their
seamless flow
from one
thing into
another no
lines between
anything they
take things
in &
toss them
out again
in an
uproar of


debates pale
in the
arc of
this energy.

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