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Still Life: Branch in Puddle
Because I'm still alive this morning when
Rain cannot resist to softly kiss the earth,
Again and again, and I do believe I'll
Not disappear soon (say, the next eight minutes),
Cows chew their cuds,
Hens lay their eggs (why exit nest for a dousing?).
I'm related to the squishing toes
Nearing the trough:
Pigs looking for their morning slop.
Under the apple tree's bark, I'm there.
Don't you feel the pull of worm escaping
Dirt so wet he would drown?
Let the mockingbirds find mates. For me:
Every day cannot be as still as this.
Joy Johnson lives in Huntsville, Alabama. (July 2004).
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