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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…

Sunday Poetry Fix

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…

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