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BESS KEMP
Tyrant


Cancun in summer
is so hot you can
see steam rise
like old ghosts
off the asphalt

there is no escape
in the shade of yucca
because an errant breeze
always brings heat
to your hut

on the beach
you have nothing
to protect
you from the dogged reality
of life without
that certain barrier
of comfort

but
there is always
the water
blue-green cool
that
sweeps the heat
from your soul
while you float
in its salty arms
detached...

there is always that.


Monitored by: InternetSeer - Web Site Monitoring 		Poet and Physicist meet at edges of the vast imcomprehensible, where certainty ends, where risk and danger lay beyond. To explain what seems inexplicable, poets describe a commonplace while physicists stand before the thing itself, and theorize. Desription and theory - one creative act - attempts to hold the Made in the palm of the Maker or the Maker in the palm of the Made. - JH

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JEAN HULL HERMAN
THE LEARNÉD MOTH

Pity the poor moth:
Suppose Evolution had taught it not to rush at candle flames,
To circle away from light stanchions, torchieres,
To wait until some other of its kind
Has determined the potential for death
Inherent in the fascinating.

What would this enlightened moth do -
Having encoiled its genetic lesson,   
Flitted knowledgeably past tempting lamps and torches,
Bridged great gaps of darkness with learnéd wings,
Avoided every fluorescent problem -
When confronted with the Northern Lights?

Who has seen God's glory in the northern skies
And remained unmoved?
What can even such a savant do,
Confounded by the brilliance of certain death?
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