the ancients were right in that concentric

the ancients were right in that concentric
spheres surround
our existence
at least in the early morning:
closest to me the heat
of cream-infused
coffee spreading through
my chest, the steam
rising as i set it
down a bent-
arm’s length away.
and then there is the scratch
of squirrel claws on
the wooden fence that blocks
the view of my neighbor’s
house; beyond that
the faint
chirping of birds
a better poet
would name, and in

the farthest distance
the comforting and constant
hum of the refinery.

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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