a dim bulb drops

one march dawn
in 1977
,

a dim bulb dropped from
star-bed into forest
nestin’ cradle
,

and babe’s not free from
woods even yet,

the grizzlies are on dark
prowl, so growlin’
hungry
..

they do
get,

it’s May, 2020

and in dropped this rhyme
from sky while i gazed
into god’s spacious
navel
..

for a raft that will
never get wet..

but floats
stable
.

i never claimed to be
the pinnacle of
reasonable
.

image: http://csfifer.com/life-raft-4×5/

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/43487952622002552/

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