Thursday, September 7, 2017

the gift


that this stony orb
with a molten heart
bathed in a sea of tears

was as right as goldilocks'
middle bowl and bed.

that we have stardust
in our bones.

that microbes and algae
branched and flowered

till sequoias towered
and bower birds

decorated the jungle floor
with bright pebbles
and scarlet flowers.

that it's been sixty five
million years since
the last big asteroid
struck the earth

and that eden's apple
kept on falling til  it landed
on isaac newton's head.

that women's contours
are more pleasing
than adam's rib.

that the menagerie
at lascaux was not
a one time stroke.

that gray whales still
compose new songs
each year and my ear

can find delight in them
as much as bach and rock.

that a dying man
playing a rusty anthem
on a badly tuned piano
still makes me shiver.

that sidewalk sleepers
fill me with shame
and gratitude

that my nights spent
under bridges
have been few.

that love is where
you make it
if you want to.

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