they say that if you
worry that you are
going crazy
that you aren't
but I don't know
about that;
I stare at the little patch of ground,
and wonder how many worms
lie just beneath the surface;
the robin is pondering
the same question,
except she finds out:
three;
I look at my pen,
and wonder how many words
clog its tiny arteries,
and then I pick it up,
and start to find out.
April 11, 2010.
Copyright © 2010, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
4/11/10
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