Green to the eye
begets the visage: life-
Startlingly simple,
a color tells it all.
So ‘tis with the note
and the morning earth is smelly-
I ask,
by what happy accident
is everything made plain?
Like a dog bearing its belly
or a moth sleeping in daylight-
the unapparent thing of life
these words just cannot say.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
Green to the eye
begets the visage: life-
Startlingly simple,
a color tells it all.
So ‘tis with the note
and the morning earth is smelly-
I ask,
by what happy accident
is everything made plain?
Like a dog bearing its belly
or a moth sleeping in daylight-
the unapparent thing of life
these words just cannot say.
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