Thursday, March 15, 2007

Early in Eden

I put my
mouth to the ground
and suck the
juice from the grass,
the sweets of the flowers.
There is so much wealth,
I don't need to hope.

Living in soil laced with sugar,
like a great insect,
I can't hope,
expecting tomorrow,
I just eat.

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