Bo-Lo
The arc, left-shaping swoop
Bodily it curves,
Dutch shaped in entirety
The sun mouth opens.
Suspended in animation
A spherical undoing.
In that second of wholeness frozen
The experience is missed
Lineality shattered he stands
Flamingoed.
Zen-Den
Rush of metro-train past empty stations
Duality of name and action at once
Rounded, sharp.
Foremost frozen and screenbound
Whilst eyes draw to the closing cleft.
Trout-silver the ripple,
But one man's rapture arrived seconds early
Not one witness to his sun mimicry.
