Monday, 10 July 2017

DON'T ASK

i am walking in wild grass heavy with spiky seedtops
i don't ask the grass 'why did you decide to be grass?'
there is a sleek robin there perched on a stick looking smoothly beautiful
i don't ask the robin 'why did you decide to be a robin?'
there is me thinking these words.

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