Monday, May 13, 2013

Compromise for a Commuter

Fiorella loves this poem by Janece Hudson.  It's deep and shallow at the same time, a consistent inconsistency, a mobius strip of relativity, and written in as few words as possible--a lot fewer words than Fio has used describing it..

This morning I passed the midpoint
And wished I were nearer town.
But in the evening when I returned,
It was the other way around.

1 comment:

Jan Hudson said...

Think I should start doing slams?