how the year of poems
rolls over into a third year
"lower your standards" is the advice
I give, but have difficulty following
the blueberries cooked black
in my oatmeal
burst with purple blood.
this is a thing I can comment about
all the rest seems too large -
why we exist here on this rock,
why we exist at all.
a comment on blueberries bursting
and no comment on eternity.
rolls over into a third year
"lower your standards" is the advice
I give, but have difficulty following
the blueberries cooked black
in my oatmeal
burst with purple blood.
this is a thing I can comment about
all the rest seems too large -
why we exist here on this rock,
why we exist at all.
a comment on blueberries bursting
and no comment on eternity.
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