Forgive the misspellings, Mr. Miyagi

(this is what happens when you rush...

back    contrite    from feral fowl flights...

sauntering slowly over fields

 of green rubbery turds

as the misshapen honking bodies

rise on improbable wings...)

I was curious as to who picked the twice-poisoned

dog for a blogname

from the one piece of mine

known to posterity...

but I see in following

I'm a year (or more) too late...

Such it is with me--

the eternity-filled mind

bringing the time-bound body

to its stumblings--unconcerned

for the immense tension

of act and result--the torque of math

that holds us to our earthly lessons--

The world of Time leaves me in shambles--

 But dimensions beyond this measure      soothe

renew--and confound once again any notion

that a third piece of meat

is the Manna---

so        peaceful and measured

after yet another gray morning

I can do without...

I phrase it in an open-hearted surrender

to all twice-poisoned things--

(and in the greatest respect and best wishes 

for what good     sustains you--

Mr. Miyagi...where are thou?

                                    

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