Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Living

I made eye contact with a bumble bee,
and suddenly saw the flower.
towers of grass. and gallon full dropplets.
I came to a rock, and saw a collision of tension,
suddenly run dry. I sat on my hands,
and became useless. I spit out my teeth,

and sunk into the ground.
It met me with greed.

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