Schrödinger’s Cat

schrodinger's cat.

in a box in two states at once,
dead and alive, what am I
Schrödinger’s cat, sniffing
for maybe-mice nose
to the ground?

I hear the high art of a sparrow sound
I catch the honeysuckle scent
in a mire of duplicity or worse:
my neurons spell
disparities in verse
they spill from split skull,
from hemispheres like
convoluted nuts in walnut shells:
heaven
sometimes —well sometimes
in dark they switch
so you’re never sure which
will bewitch

by Jim Culleny 
10/6/12

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