Yeast Poem by Fuad Rifka

Yeast



At earth's limit
his feet, always.
Towards the other side
he extends bridges he doesn't cross.
In the ferment of his limbs:
the waters of the fields
the fragrance of blossom's
and sun's flower.

In the rising leaven of his being
the ringing call of life to life.

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