It could have been so different.
In a different life, perhaps, on
a different planet where love
flourishes and never dies, where
youthful indiscretions are merely
gone is the winter sister
with disgruntled scowl,
draped in angel white wings,
we welcome gladly
Hello, you've reached me
The garden is muddy.
He was killed instantly last Thursday
though the father, blacksmith's bellows,
worked tirelessly ten minutes or more
blowing air into tiny lungs that would not
Shucked husks stuff
gravity keeps the earth
in orbit around the sun;
waves break on Oregon's shores,
a million or more wildebeest
migrate across the Serengeti,
I will take you out for coffee
serve you ginger lemon honey tea
pull chocolate bonbons out of rocks
feed them to you by hand
When it rains or when it hails
Why buy a beer?
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