Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Things Unseen


A bee past the hour of light gathering nectar on a clover,
Green caterpillars defecating silk,
One rose to bloom late in December, 
Radio waves blasting confounded propaganda,
Salmon jumping upstream to their baptismal birth to die,
An eagle watching fish from a mile up in the clouds,
A man delivered unto death yet lives another life,
Blind fish swimming in circles in a dank dark cave,
An ant gathering grub never to live to see it eaten,
Or a man believing in his fellowmen are his brothers.

- John Hardesty 

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