In the Tao of Whirlwinds

In the Tao of whirlwinds,
all things taken up in a pinpoint
spin and throttle: corn husk,
hunks of split lumber, a bicycle
and a wheel from a bicycle,
a few rookie cards of Joe Pepitone
and a second-banana seat wile
in the hips of this great gray funnel,
the inverse of gravity engaged
in some non-escape velocity — like a
salty broke conman at a card game,
trading aces for deuces
to hold the deck low,
and bluff his way through your windows,
splatter-shard and minimally vast
to hold all things taken up
in the violent spiral of balance.
Suddenly, a cloud blots the sun
and my eyes grow dark.

Image: Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

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      1. You’re welcome. Devon, if you’re wanting to writing to any more prompts, I’d like to invite you to d’Verse. It has friendly poets and at least a few readers. The prompts are on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays.

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