Zero Gravity
A wasteful effort
In the waste;
A retired General
Is smiling to his public;
A lover gets rid of
His expensive flowers;
The moon is looking
For adoption
By the old sun;
Pilgrims
Are curious;
I am tiding up
My feet
With a robust trusted cord;
My legs are above my head now
I am attempting my last yoga suicide.
Copyright © Atef Ayadi | Year Posted 2006
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