Old Mind Poems


               The Idea of Nothing


Six sexy centipedes run across the roads

and carry on their backs the heaviest of loads.

Invisible must be the great weight of nothing.

Enlightened they are never, but mighty lightly clever.

Nothing weighs the most when one carries them forever.


               Johnny Pogo Medeiros, June 2017


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