Poets' Practice Pad

Out There

Out there, in the back,
behind the glass,
a decorative landscape edging
in fairy tale symbolism:
on the sixth green,
life plays golf
as if a high-end athlete
gauging desires
with managerial responsibilities.

Out there, crossing the divide,
at the front window,
life strides on a treadmill
for just a warm-up
on the busy street,
its distorted reflections
getting wilder by the minute,
spilling inside
through the eyes,
but soon,
for the illusory world,
it will slug punches
right and left
to become real
inside one mysterious epic.

Out there, behind the windows,
life will exercise its rights
with leg squats,
abdominal crunches,
and pumping up biceps
so that the animating workout
can offer interior renovations
and engross dreaming minds;
something of a pun
for the unintelligent poet.









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