Possibility

by

Joris John Heise

Mitch, an irritant ember
Sticks in the class's skin,
Stirs his circle of fun-frenzy.

He glows with wit, glowers
Back at the obstructed wisdom
Of a tired teacher's teaching;

Two sparks spit their friction
Lit by colliding aims--
Ions in a cyclotron--
Two arrows inching deathwards
Unflinching and welding together
In frisson of this, this
Meeting, this collision of X and Y.

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Why don't you look at When A Poet Dies
by: Phil Pochurek
from: Eugene, OR, US

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