Sunday, January 16, 2011

•Keep off the grass

•Keep off the grass
The bees are courting the flowers in the tress
The ants on their daily marathon,
Eating cutting walking
The nameless winged insects too small to catalogue
Infinite numbers of them
gracefully filling the spaces
where we aré not
The finely spun spider silk
cascading between grass stalks
High as kaula lumpar
Empty shells left by flirtatious shy squirrels
All busy in their micro cosmos
Keep off the grass

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