Kirby Olson
Duchamp's Bicycle Wheel
The parks pink as Mars blinks.
The lights blink as gasses dissipate.
Frost on the grass burns off with the sun.
The river is the old highway
on which leaves float as they twirl.
Currents in the river coil eels.
Along the highway,
trucks move lumber and oil.
Goods are needed while clouds trundle
and underground pipes push water to drink.
Turbines turn energy into steam,
cycles of seasons, laundry,
spirals in driers, augmentations,
children drink from water fountains,
the water is swirled down the pink sink.
Something there is that is doing nothing,
that nothing is God doing something.
Perhaps it is a cat with a raspy tongue,
licking her paws and cleaning her ears.
It is something else to listen to Spring.
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