The Best of It
However carved up
or pared down we get,
we keep on making
the best of it as though
it doesn't matter that
our acre's down to
a square foot. As
though our garden
could be one bean
and we'd rejoice if
it flourishes, as
though one bean
could nourish us.
-Kay Ryan
3 comments:
Very... liberating. Thanks!
Not Bad...makes me want to break into "Kum-Ba-Ya"
its no "What tough Beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born"
but not bad...
Frank
Poem of the Week:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Stick to medicine and politics
Or we'll stop reading you.
(Just kidding. You can come back in from the garage now.)
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