Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Poem 16


 

When the brain drain causes pain;

Ripe watermelon gushes with the dawn;

Green apples fall like stones;

And green beans harvest themselves –

Beware the salmon swimming towards the tree -

The squirrel flying towards the waves

The bright bird burrowing into the dirt.

All are the savage dark reaching out -

The edge of dark sweeping all in its path.

Chanting, Panting, Granting, Planting

Spring arrives.


 

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