Tuesday, July 13, 2010

His Mother


The quality of mercy
may turn out to be
as loosy-goosy as the rain,

but being starkly startled
courts the brain,
bakes the cake,

cops the prize.
See the creature
with the giant eyes? –

too blessedly awake
to think that anything
is any less miraculous

than any other?
He’s just discovered
everything’s his mother.



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