poem of the day March 10

The ball

bounced

up and down

with a very

unsteady wobble 

The chicken soup

had no bones

Only yesterday's last

breath of broth

The postcards

sent from outer space

were mismarked

as 'all mighty dog'

instead of almighty god

and were delivered

to the big bad wolf

who surrounded himself

with pretty earthlings

who loved the way

the ball bounced in 

a certain kind of 

smokey mirror