Reap
today I’m moving gently in the damp
garden nearly noon and still the dew
of night is on the blades there is an aim
I am no arrow drawn back
with a
muscled arm I am seeking the settle
the least conspicuous space to rest
my eyes let develop
what is right
in front of me if ever the time comes
to be fast
it will miss me
Dear Kerri, this is so good! The beauty of its sustained last note...
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Deletea young gorilla
thumps himself
in the chest
and falls over
the first kite
crashes into a tree
you'll reap
what you sow
to know what insects know