Geometry and a Letter: A Poem

1.

The silver bowl walked to work this morning.
Along the way, many were so captivated by the silver
bowl,
they could not help but exclaim, 'There goes the
silver bowl.'
You have a remarkable bowl.

2.

The hula hoop rolls down the street without origin
like the inscrutable word that appears occasionally in
a dream,
printed on the page, recognizable and undecipherable.
All those years
wasted
on penmanship. What use the 'W'?

3.

Dearest A., I write to you, B., from exile.
See another end to a burning day at the end
of my hand. The dirigible steers madly for the
horizon.

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