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Thursday, July 5, 2012

Magnets


ever have a day like that
when you become magnetic
in the aisles in a store
attracting people and
their laden shopping carts
pulling pedestrians off
the sidewalk without
them even knowing right
in the path of your car
which you of course slow
for the little iron filings
willed by something beyond
themselves to behave this way
not like yesterday when you
pushed everything
away—got a
clear shot up the street
down the road
through the thicket of
an undulating crowd
with your little mysterious
force field working silently?
science says the earth's
magnetic field
(which keeps us safe)
changes poles over time
due to what's deep inside
so why not us too?

1 comment:

Luc. said...

I really like this poem! "ever have a day like that" is a great opening - a cliche that makes it impossible not to keep reading. "the little iron filings" gives me a strong visual of skinny, silver-gray people stacked up against a car like filings on a bar magnet in elementary school science. I like the complexity added right near the end by parenthetically slipping in "which keeps us safe". And, obviously, the ending is clever. A unique and interesting idea, beautifully presented.

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