Saturday, February 10, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 411 - Good day, sunshine


Good day, sunshine

It is the outdoors for me this day the garden
these bees the water on the path

how many seeds
are calling out to grow    who made me
the agent of this fate  
 don’t run ahead of yourself now 

the bullrush in the pond 
planted    fresh   from on high
product of a passing bird’s arse

run and play
the dirt   my feet 
dog rolling in the scent
of    who knows

inside
he watches me
in congress
with the box of glowing sound

his black pebble eyes   decry
the indoors     this obsession
all that
connecting    the dots

I

leverage the root hairs
 plant myself
  in the space  where
I am to grow 

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