Mowing Down Wings Poem by Saiom Shriver

Mowing Down Wings



Where people mow
trees do not grow...
nor butterflies move
their wings to and fro
nor innocent toads
keep Godgiven toes
nor spirits lift
from fireflies' glow

nor daisies wave
when new winds blow
nor grape vines spin
new tendril bows
nor chicory give
their cheery show
nor perfumes from
wild roses flow

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