Messages, Messes, Messengers
Photons carry notes of light
- those letters sent to retinas
sifting notices from bills:
attentions paid or overdue,
the monthly balance of account.
Sometimes missives come on though
which the mind can misconstrue
then fire mad non sequiturs.
Then photons flee this dimming view:
"Don't blame us, we're messengers!"
Messages, Messes, Messengers © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: April 11, 2019