Bipolar
North pole, South pole
parallel lines.
Sugar and spice,
our noses collide.
English and arithmetic
are both forms of language,
but we don't speak
in common tongues
needed to define.
Darkness, sunshine,
city and grass,
Water and vinegar,
digressing off the map.
Psychology is a science,
and music takes soul,
but our hearts don't mesh
like our bodies do
at the 4 a.m. toll.
Copyright © Jadora Lynch | Year Posted 2008
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