having
so much and wanting more
we
fill up the space
fill
ourselves up
works
and seasons
days
and hours
to
the gunnels!
a
shipload and more
starts
with the spare room
and
shopping
years!
more
from the bottle
more
of the cure
sugar
does the trick
continents
of us
between
the stars
call
constellation
we
discover more
and
name them
me
pure
demography
less
fauna
in
the tree laid down
for
instance
all
the eye takes in
and
then consider
picture,
map
dust!
baroque
arrangements
the
scribble come out of the frame
us
we
and
you and me
others
of our ilk
say
family
say
empire
tribe
nation
sing
then
I’m a little leaf turned tune
in
branches up
and
innocent
instance
truth or love
gather
the all to me here great God
a
buffet for my breakfast
and
mightily dispose
you
tired
you
huddled
and
suddenly I am
give
wishes
I’m
boundless too
welcome
will
we?
won’t
you be
one
of mine?
won’t
you come verdant
to
my shores
?
you are a little leaf.
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