Two Poems
Rebound
Why does the thorn prick a finger?
Why does the blood not thin away?
Why does the wound recharge itself?
Why does the pain rebound its play?
Being Halved
Growing into the love of one another
preceded being halved and chopped
and still retain its smell and game;
for if the fruit grew but were not eaten
what mouth could savor its taste and gain?
What health would one have without the other,
ignoring the ball, that ran counterclockwise
with help of the ground where they remain.
