"Why"
is an agave plant
raising its many hands
towards sky,
shaking in urgency,
as if demanding an immediate answer.
This "why"
I note,
it keeps asking perennially;
in tequila haze, I guess
that the spirit of that "why"
is that keeps me high
though the agave mysteriously seems pained!
"Why?"
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 9:23 AM UTC
"Why"
is an agave plant
raising its many hands
towards sky,
shaking in urgency,
as if demanding an immediate answer.
This "why"
I note,
it keeps asking perennially;
in tequila haze, I guess
that the spirit of that "why"
is that keeps me high
though the agave mysteriously seems pained!
"Why?"
Bless the blue agave, for its questioning spirit, of even the heaven yet still being generous resulting in our daily
drink of tequila, with out any hindrance.
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