The Joints

A Poem by Don Schaeffer

Noticing a life peculiarity

Finally I arrive

at the interface

but I can't see why it changes.

I know only that it stipples

which camouflages the border.

why can't life

Make things more straightforward?

Potato becomes root, flesh, or stem.

Life becomes dream.

The color fades.

Logic becomes magic, so stippled

you can't see where.

© 2022 Don Schaeffer

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Added on February 21, 2022
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Don Schaeffer

Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

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I am a retired social psychologist in my 80s. I've benn writing poetry since college and have published a fair number of books. I'm just looking for a place to get eyes on my work and to put my eyes o.. more..

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