Mexican clad horsemen
ladies in long skirts
circle dance, stretching hands
clapping of hands,
horses set free in the tundras
snow melting
at the cafe, a muscular man meets
a very feminine woman,
they talk a while , the woman giggles
the man holds her hands
they go for a walk
and it is getting dark
they go inside a copa cabana
drink wine
the moon is full and appears
sits upon a roof
the man pulls down his trouser
the woman undresses herself
he puts off the light
she closes the window.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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