Ode to Testis


The testicles hang side by side,

Swaying twins, silent tumbling

Mates in celestial song

They navigate in stormless

Circles, shy orbiting seeds.


Partisans, side by side

They swirl and pivot,

Smooth and elliptical they roll,

They circle in dark

Orbital space

Sprouting a million stars,

Devoted swimmers

In a sea no swooping

Sounds disturbs.


Ted Goodell




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