2 poems by Bob Brussack

Sailors on the Electric Sea

We are the sailors on the electric sea,
Bound for imaginary destiny.
Born to the oar,
Who knows what for,
Let’s raise a glass to irony.

Little Electron

Things cohere, by whose decree?
Who declared this quantum affinity?
Plus and minus, p and e —
Little electron, who made thee?

1 comment:

Michelle said...

Love these--they leave you wanting more!