Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Monday, June 14, 2021

Sonnet #328

Upon the birth of the worm it eats and kills

And eats and eats and kills all mandibles

Can reach, devour to the stem, everything edible

Must be taken, a hunger so profound, be still

Then, after all that hunger and death and rampage,

And fall into the self, wind up the roped,

Bind into a prison self-imposed,

an exile of days in silent penance in the cage,

Upon rebirth, renewed, a peaceful life of love

Fly among the flowers and help them make seed

Seek love among the leaves and blossoms, move

Where winds blow accepting all storms, all deeds

Imagine there’s a wolf that stops wolfing,

Becomes a goofy pup again and so loving.

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