EVERY DAY

THE WORLD STARTS AGAIN

 

 

A shopkeeper hoists baskets

with a pole, waiter

 

polishes silver teapots

wearing gloves,

 

thin smoker

in high heels swings

 

hips by

like signposts.

 

Even the morning

 

knows the sun has arisen,

work begins anew

 

as yeasts rise,

steam kisses grates

 

and lovers

recover their skin

 

like saints

following prayer.

 

Food will again

enter bodies,

 

minds turn

over newsprint,

 

breaths

will gather air

 

the way God

made gases swirl

 

before astronomy

ached in the aerosphere.          

 

                                                                                  --David Radavich
 
 
 

 


 
 

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