The Proper Task Poem by Thomas Case
The Proper Task
Sometimes,
I catch
myself Swaying,
like there is
an eternal metronome
that my spirit
hears.
Or,
A song that my
soul must keep
time with.
It beats to the art
that surrounds me.
Such a delicate balance,
between the cactus and
the sun.
Between the dog and
the bone.
When they autopsied the
Tin Man, there were
irises and orchids and
Neruda poems where
his heart should have
been.
Love is an overused
word,
but an underused
gift.
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