I am but an amateur:
my Pathos sits in the shade of a pool umbrella
as a yellow-breasted swallow performs
schizophrenic swirls upon
aquamarine translucence.
These are the dimension of love that are difficult:
full commitment to the dive,
then changing your mind abruptly;
Kamikaze Logos - my inward thoughts
performing as a handsome aerialist.
We use science to understand the world,
but I am still an amateur
misidentifying my regrets as I sit
by the pool watching this bird
eat his breakfast.
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I wrote this poem while watching a bird swirl above a public swimming pool. I may not be a professional ornithologist or a member of the National Audubon Society, but I couldn't help but feel that that bird had some answers. I wonder if his movements reflected my own inner thought processes.
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