TWO MINDS

Were always in two minds doing this

feeling that. Poetry for me is a left-

Right hemisphere thing. My right

Brain is lived in, things are beautiful-

bad. My leftw as damaged, No meta-

physical mumbo-jumbo in here. 

 

 It helps me to understand. I’ve always

Had an inner substance my mother gave

me that, it’s in us all if we just wake-

up and smell the coffee of humanity.

The two minds ponder, find a pome’s 

Wonder, by the balancing lakes.