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  Pockets

Mark Cunningham
 

 


Quarters change into nickels.  Whole
keys, half of phone numbers:  gone. 

At times, there's a special place for a watch.
Time vanishes, but never completely. 

Only your name doesn't change,
though you put the card in again and again.

Remember Clarke's law:  a science whose laws
you don't grasp appears to be magic.

Black holes draining energy from small objects.
White holes spitting out lint.

 

 

 

 

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Mark Cunningham lives near Charlottesville, VA, and takes frequent day-trips to
the museums and bookstores in Washington, DC.  Poems have
appeared in Paragraph and Rhino, among others; a larger selection,
of poems on parts of the body, is on the Mudlark website.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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