Teppida

rocks watching the moon rise
over the banyan grove
in the shadows 
the monkeys fornicate
ears and eyes recording
this singularly unique but ordinary evening
the glowing moon never moves an iota
while it is being watched
the jumping pike
makes a triumphal splash
all motion moves in invisible chains

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Kurt Ravidas

Date: 7/20/2019 9:54:00 AM

Jesus, why are there no comments in a here? That's so cool. I love your monkeys, John)

Kurt Ravidas
Date: 7/21/2019 10:43:00 AM

Hm, Thomas Pynchon. Gimmi a sec... There was something about the Nazis. Gotcha! "Gravity's Rainbow" long long time ago. I'll have to find and reread this gravity)

John Bertin
Date: 7/20/2019 9:12:00 PM

Thanks for your insightful and witty comments Kurt. I like your poems. I originally clicked on your avatar because I thought you might be Thomas Pynchon!