Abundance by Arlice W Davenport

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Sep 2018

We eat heads of grain
as if they were candy.
The mothering earth,
fecund, flush with seasons,
brings forth a bounty
for the husbandman
and squirrel. Worry
wilts beside abundance.

Written by

Arlice W Davenport M/Kansas

(M/Kansas)

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