I like the dirt
that hangs like crumbs
from the shaggy roots of things
I like the silence
between the words
in poems
It cheers me
to see a cracked
coffee cup
and my slightly bulging
middle aged belly
makes me laugh
who could not appreciate
the indirection
of the actual poem of life?
It hadn't known where it was going
yet it assembled
upon the snow
and upon the grass.
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