MIRO'


The beams floating effortlessly

in mid-air, turn into mobiles

of equation

bobbing up and down into

see-saws of equanimity

in an equality of the senses,

a sense of completeness

and clean-ness,

that only marbles of glass

and stainless steel rods

possess, yet is possessed

by a liquidness of lines,

straight lines that, when ogled

with keen interest, ripple with pleasure

sometimes the triangle visits

with curvature, grace under

curvature, that bends into micro-organisms

of sheer delight, geometric yogurt

that blend, equally, joy and math

in an equalness the universe only

knows.

(6/20/10)