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The Joy of Styrofoam
I didn’t expect to be enlightened
on the 5
passing Dodger Stadium
north-bound, but-
A flatbed load of Styrofoam had spilled
and was dancing on the road
in small bits and huge chunks.
We drove through them
like they were nothing,
bouncing all around
off the windshields
and hoods and sides.
Wisdom flooded through us
radiating an immediate encompassing bond
as we passed this universe
of nothing.
We were, of course,
the spaces between particles,
the answer to physics.
The answer to everything!
The mystery was revealed,
The mirages understood.
There are no barriers.
Only those we put there ourselves.
The sun-glassed man in the flatbed
nodded at me and then
off he went-
the 2 North.
Copyright ©
Douglas Brown
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