Moses
There she stood in the thick straw,
legs still unsteady from the twenty-
five staggering miles between farms,
staring out at the sun, warm and bright,
where Moses stepped into the trailer…
There she stood in the thick straw,
legs still unsteady from the twenty-
five staggering miles between farms,
staring out at the sun, warm and bright,
where Moses stepped into the trailer…
She seemed so serious
as if it took concentration.
Who am I to swallow a fly
Your thoughts or ideas
may tickle my insides
make me chuckle and think
or worse yet
it may carry a germ of insight…
“Try the train station,” an ally alleged.
“Where will it take me,” I wondered back,
“heart in hand,
past the epicenter of Insanity station…
Hot and humid as I manned the mat,
streached and strung – out like a band,
wrecked with the wet of overwhelmed glands and that
constant voice of calm command. ..
Apple Me, Papple Me, Tapple Me, too
decided to buy the iPad too.
“Hooray!”
“What fun!”
“It’s time we do!”
Cried Apple Me, Papple Me, Tapple Me, too…
your soul’s refraction
of seamless
satisfaction
Morning let me die with you
for your breath is more promising
than death…
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