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[Our grandson, two-year-old Eero, observing a whirling ceiling fan with a light globe, above him in the Picton Harbour Inn Restaurent: “Flying light”—that’s my found poem for this weekend.]

We had seen it
so many places
so many times

ceiling fan
blades whirling
light globe jiggling

we had not
allowed ourselves

to see the
flying light

be swept away
through the
magic portal
to the stars

[See Platinum River for the background of this poem, and a photo.]

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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