Diversion on a Sunny Day
With sun at my back
I play with my companion
Tethered to my feet.
I try to escape me.
Over a precipice,
On a wall.
But ,he stays.
Now, a cloud,
And he’s gone.
But puffy shapes engage anew and
Mind finds form in fluff.
Amusement
Can be something from nothing
But being.
Spill
Paper covers rock,
Oil covers all.
It’s not a game;
all lose.
-Jerry
Wendt 2010
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