Flirting with the Mother of Us All

Exigencies of existence breed despair –

which makes you care beyond your bounds about

what you can't bear about what you must care

beyond your bounds about: betrayal, sickness, death –

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existential loneliness. They say there’s no redress.

But that’s somebody’s under-educated guess,

fallaciously repeated in the press. Time to flirt

with the Mother of us All. So I gave Ma Nature a call.

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Took her to a dance last night. Tossed her in the air

(she’d cooed “you wouldn’t dare!”) – caught her

when she tumbled down and hugged her like a bear,

kissed her hard and round and round we spun.

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Whispered to her one-on-one:

"Do us up a favor, Mama

Nature, would-ya, hon?

Make it all a lot more fun."

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