Life Got Tired Today

Life got tired today.

Flumped back in his couch.

(He’s a he in April, hermaphrodite

in May, a she until late summer.)

Life, to Life, can be a bummer –

pumping up and down and through

the slew of procreating

and interning proto-growths

till each is done

gestating

in its

claustrophobic lair,

extruding bone

and growing hair

and root and fin

and tentacle

so they can suddenly be plentiful

and out and everywhere.

Rarely can he spare the time

for abstract contemplation.

He’s got to act

or all will slip and sink.

But here’s the fact.

He’d rather sit and think.

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