it's the opening that gets smaller and smaller
but i accommodate it
and slip through unnoticed by those who would judge
look at me they cry and i laugh in the face of reason and
my friend rational thought is a visitor in my house
i buy it baklava and ply it with cups of rose tea
it loves me and then i plant it with the new dill plants
and watch it grow into a shrub
that smells divine
and i use it to season the more bland moments with righteous hope
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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