Jan Sand Poems

I saw it on a morning walk
In the nearby park
Lying on its side.
A great black thing, horse sized,
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I found it on the ground
Where the cat had dropped it
At my shout.
It lay quite still,
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In my yard the speckled ball
Stood on thin black legs.
Resting on my hand,
A baby pheasant.
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A black cleaver
In the tropics
Severs day from night
In one chop.
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We talk of things
That never happened...
Possibilities of clouds of words
Print in the air in thin letters
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The gibberings comb through
The ether fields
To bespeak electron smoke,
Comb its hair in delight and despair,
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Helsinki cold, in February
Shakes your hand on every doorknob.
'I've been waiting here outside, ' it says,
'Please let me come in.'
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The dream of universe
Is filled with shoals of stars
That caress
With fingers of gravity
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The patterns of the world wash in
Across the sands of mind
And ripple through the thoughts which drift
And scatter unaligned
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Gravity can be surprising
If examined in isolation.
Most common things, the sun rising
Becomes a celebration
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