Colorless green ideas

Poem for a dawn I missed by rising late

Wren, when will
that cricket stop
its racket in
your throat?

Cricket, how could you
play second fiddle
all night to
the katydids?

And you lot, with
your gossip about
poor Kate, who did
both less & more
than you
can know –

be still now.
Turn into a leaf,
a sail, a rudder.
Sleep furiously
for every hour
without love.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

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