6/13/08

Growth Song

Children are drinking from lukewarm brass gargoyles.
The wheel gruntingly swivels.
I stand in the field directing sprouts
mediating growth from sand to sun.
Let me be a mother-man.
Posted by שלום בערגער Zackary Berger at 7:48 PM
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