A Cry Poem by David Brooks

A Cry



Why should the cosmos, hearing
one thing
complaining against another,
take notice,
since everything,
even death,
is a part of itself?

Isn’t it the one thing
that nothing leaves?
If I cry out
just once
doesn’t that cry go onforever?

Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves
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David Brooks

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Canberra / Australia
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