contrast
too easy a cliché
apples and oranges
both fruits
have seeds
grow on trees
unlike money
he says
handing over my weekly bread
breathing hard for the work for it
I do
not fall
far from the tree
I see in the mirror
thisclose to me he
thinnest glass between worlds
the in-between split of a split-second
the microscopic middle of the smallest time increment
separate us
a press flattening atoms so hard
all becomes clear
every air molecule sucked up
in a dead vacuum moment
I see him there
reflecting
him, me, him, me
diastole
systole
relax
contract
Aloha. I'm an author of prose and poetry living in Honolulu, Hawaiʻi. Please read with me, comment, and share your own writing.
