PHYSICS
James M. Truxell
April, 2007
When I was an apple,
I fell in love with all the certainty of
Gravity
On Sir Isaac's head.
It was, after all,
Inevitable.
Now, heart-lost in love, as water . . .
Thawing, flowing, evaporating, condensing . . . .
I shower old man Heisenberg:
Unpredictably,
As a matter of principle.
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