Water On The Lens –John Isbell There is water on the lens. There is dust in the gears. There is snow on the screen. There is noise on the line. Whenever we push THIS button, We get THIS junk. We took out the whole central unit,…
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Both brought to you courtesy of osp_feed. Waterfront Café By John Isbell I sat at the waterfront café. The stone bridge’s near side was rooted in the soil, While the other disappeared into infinity. I saw a bird fly across it From a…
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The Day I Walked To Acapulco By John Isbell I set out just before dawn, After much consulting of maps and trigonometry. My first step took me to Tulsa. It was 10 a.m., and people were going about their business. I…
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The Other Door By John Isbell This poem, if read right, Unlocks the secrets of the universe. It contains a galaxy. It contains an archipelago of galaxies. It contains an ant. It contains a sunset. It contains number and geometry. It contains every…
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The Day You Were The Whole World By John Isbell As you worked in the garden, You expanded to become the entire planet. My breath stopped. You touched the earth around the crocuses From the other side of the world. The crocuses…