Saturday, September 19, 2009


By Bobbi Rightmyer

The world doesn’t come with clear directives
on how to co-exist as seeds of the same package
If it did, even a brief synopsis,
would destruction continue to rein
Or would we wander on in reckless abandon
left with only this lonely requiem
The seed is safe, locked away with all the vital rations
but roots and stems are susceptible to the ravages of nature
‘causing blossoms to open in finite time
And sometimes the damage is too extent
it rips the very soul
leaving butterflies and mason bees without
So too are we, safely nurtured into seedlings
then planted in the cosmic garden
to fend off the pessimistic confusion

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