Decapitation Of What Is Familiar Poem by RIC BASTASA

as simple as
a triangle
two sides with
a middle
two arguments
with a solution

familiar as
the sea of grass
fluid and
ever green

take them all out
from a box of
the usual

elevate them
higher from what
we expect

a new look
to old places

extended meanings
to what have been disregarded

no, it is not a play
of words

it is the fusion of
what we refuse to know
and what they are

no, it must not be what
we are
but what they can be

yes, it is the sweetest
sound of the single hand clapping

Prince Serendipity
and her Princess Stupidity
wedding

we were those kids
laughing
because the Emperor
is wearing clothes