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Thoughts on Thoughts
by Johanna MayMy thoughts travel far above its cage
of cranium and hair
it will not end where its medium subsists
on apple juice or papers and pens,
unlike the squirrels thoughts
that dead-ends on fallen fruits,
of lucky crumbs, nose twitching
for death who lives nearby.
That is why it only built
a fort of leaves, and that is all,
and that is all, it ever needs. 01/14/2013 Posted on 01/14/2013
Copyright © 2024 Johanna May
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| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/14/13 at 07:09 PM Ah yes, we humans like to believe we are so superior to the animals. But they rarely lie and what love they have is such that we shall never understand. But I do like the write lady. |
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