A Strange Certainty / Joshua Alan Sturgill
A certain strangeness: that blue
should be the sky or life
grow green or music hide
in stars. I am certain butter
makes a meal complete and of
the beauty of cabbage. Strange
the balance good maintains,
that maintains the good.
Orange (that old peddler
of endings) invites me to witness
sunsets, autumn leaves.
I am certain the world is known
in a word. And certainly,
whatever I say will be strange
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