Kerri Shying R - # 593 - how can something still alive be so damn still

all I do is eat   and think

about myself    the things

that fall  that bleed that

burble   the fluffernanigans

you’d  say  writ small

how can something still alive be so damn still

turn to the east for the answer

to that  all the leaves await

the rain  that’s mist and

yet to fall  we too   expectant

of a downpour   sit