String Theory

As the muscle flowed so the

Diatom assumed form

So being strong enough

To beat the world.

I knew a girl who had a dream

Where she found a “thread”.

She picked it up and pulled and pulled

And so began the legend of

String Theory.

I know a friend who did not mind

Until he heard I had been published

And then he did and now he

Knows what it’s like to be the one

 On the slow train

In Johannesburg.

Looks like it’s the end of year

Celebration for me

I suppose.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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