Friday, June 1, 2012

distaste and titles

Baby girl gone barefoot in the jungle
Big bugs land to suck blood
The strength of ancients crumbles with the dust
I laugh in consideration of  modern
rituals
I shrink in a comfort zone
And knowing how he would shrug,
thinking it all a waste and a pushing of a stone wheel up a hill
The only funny thing I see is me here
And it makes me smile to know we create this life for little ones and I just filled my gas tank to the brim
And you might think it's all  literal
And surely, it might be, but for the grace of a clod

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