Side Trip
By James K. Zimmerman
I seek an occasional
side trip to the universe
next door
the next slice in
the cosmic loaf
of bread
there, crows do not
say "caw" nor sneezes
"a-choo"
it is unearthly still
no language to ruin
thought
no heavenly bodies
to memorize
the words
and there, god is a magic
wand to a violin
an open hand
to a hungry dog
or perhaps
to a lurking trout
an angler's passing fly
Source: http://www.passagerbooks.com/books/little-miracles/
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