Bipolar Storm

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    Bipolar Storm
    A flipped coin,
    Forever spinning,
    From heads to tails
    and back again...
    Two minds next to every point,
    Deep South meets Due North,
    Far East crosses Old West;
    sometimes my tank
    Is running on empty.
    And sometimes my cup runneth over;
    Bound in a knot and completely undone,
    A storm within myself...
    Summer showers against a winter storm.
    "Bipolar Storm"

    A flipped coin,
    Forever spinning,
    From heads to tails
    and back again...
    Two minds next to every point,
    Deep South meets Due North,
    Far East crosses Old West;
    sometimes my tank
    Is running on empty.
    And sometimes my cup runneth over;
    Bound in a knot and completely undone,
    A storm within myself...
    Summer showers against a winter storm.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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