round face like the sun
on a mountain path too crooked
to keep a straight face
your wire-rim eyes feel through the darkness
but insist
there is a better way
to carry out our karma fortunes
under one arm
and still use the other
to stop those fleeing
their eyes never seeing
the forest
--- e b bortz
(published in Whiskey Island #42, 2000)
(published in Mac's Turns a New Trick, Green Panda Press, Nov 2003)
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