on a world that shrinks & we’re not growing with it

“i just think this is a little weird”, i say,
“no one really knows where they’re produced”
(i have my thoughts though) &
we ship them– (out of China maybe),
Germany, CH and send them to Japan, & by the way,
that’s where the little notebooks come from

with the almost-english quotes, charming
and uNEdited, you ship me some,
& i’ll spin verse, limpid, fragile wordFalls,
centerweigh the globe, lightweight, lying

on a meadow among daisies & a herd of
brindled cows (i like those best, don’t take it personal),
they never think of traveling anywhere,

as the sun goes down, i– (can you smell
the night?), tell ‘em, that in India
they’re holy, & back home,

i take my daughter’s globe,
(plug it in & it illUmiNates), the world shines
in your face like a floodlight & my colleague says
“the best time for Vietnam is after
Chinese New Year– you should backpack,

though not in the south, getting around is easy,
white sand beaches—i’m dreaming,
and leave greasy fingerprints
on the Indian Ocean, “really, i’m emotionless”, i say,
“what happens if they break? do we send ‘em
back to Germany, to China, then return– >
Germany, CH, Japan again–?”

“haha, i see, you’re So
emotionless–” i pout my lips “i am”
i say, “oh heck, i am”– and he just smiles

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ok, i had a bit fun with this…smiles.. sparked by a conversation at my workplace about the way of goods in our globalized world…and if you wanna know a little more about the japanese notebooks, you should read David Allen’s last week’s OLN…linking up with dVerse OpenLinkNight where we fling poetry all across the globe without border control and shipping restrictions…see you at 3pm EST..

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