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!