Sunday, April 10, 2011
Bright, spring day surrounded by
Other human bodies and berries and greens and tomato starts
Living things which Mother feeds and grows to bring joy, health, and radiance
Firecracker into a glittercloud of tears
Have no idea how to be human anymore
Can't fathom survival without compromising
Everything I believe in
Spoiling spring breezes
Sustaining systems that break babies
. . .
to be continued . . .