Thursday, July 17, 2003
I am bonePicked by countless of yous-
Carriers of humanity; still
As a statue I stand.
Watching the probes question,
Ask, seek, pry-
Know so much while I am as quiet as
A leaf
Furled inside the flower I am curled,
a pod
Rolled-up caterpillar tongue
Noting with interest the bees
With amusement the bees
E’en with love,
the bees.
Mina at 1:51 PM
