Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Sonnet #101

How greedy when we pray to God to ask

for more than what we have. Is this not
enough? We are alive, there are flowers, bask
in the beauty of sunsets, the hugeness of what
we see and the smallness, the way drops
of water shimmer on the edge of the sink
the way cats pounce on feathers, crops
coming in, here is the clean water, drink
it all in, the stars shivering heat, decay
into more stars, the vast size of heavens
Where we know we will someday journey
The vast size of smallness, the bread leavined
inside of all souls, the rise that fills us up
And when we pass, the passing of heart's cup

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