A blue jay lands on the edge of a log planter
makes sure the coast is clear
and I guess he sent signal
because, as he’s hopping in
his mate swoops into the poem
and they land simultaneously
amongst the dead stalks.
Blue feathers bob and sway over the edge.
When they move on, they carry a dusty trail with them.
As the blonde
drifts away—
Okay. Tell me
you have no
Playboy themed
accessories.
She blusters One!
but, you’ll have to earn it.
I believe I have.
is the process of currently maintaining this blog.
Write a poem involving the causal patch implied in the black hole complementarity conjecture.
(Yes, I got this from Leonard Susskind’s appearance on Brian Greene’s live webcast that followed the debut of The Fabric of the Cosmos.)
I want to recreate
The Loud Announcement
of the
Grasshopper’s Emergence
via the sound of
rummaging through leaves.
Or is it that:
I want to recreate,
through the sound of rummaging through leaves,
The Loud Announcement
of the
Emergence
of the
Grasshopper.
