For a measure of sixty degrees
Half of the world looks like
King Midas has gone blind

The hue of value lingers
It leaks through leaves and branches
Reflecting, shifting, giving new perspective

Shadows speak of a source
Things normally seen show up in brilliance
And yet the span has just begun

© Antonia Simonik  6-15-12

*Spontaneous Poem written at ‘The Tubs’*


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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