Sunday, May 20, 2012

16/365: heaven on earth

the flea is an admirable fellow -
hanging from the summer's grass
with family and friends.
he smells us thundering by
like an air craft carrier-sized Thanksgiving Dinner.

he and his peers spring forth heroically
(who cannot admire this feat)
bounding heights of tall buildings -
hundreds of body lengths -
only to discover the whole meal is covered
by impenetrable canvas. and so they crawl
miles over wrinkles and sometimes into pockets
never to be seen again until
perhaps they find a belt line or a collar and
Sweet Jesus! it's tender flesh
without the steel follicles of a dog or mountain lion.

we are a feast worthy of such a creature.
he takes a bite here, then moves on
creating a line of revelry and joy
having found heaven
on the moving earth.

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