Behaving Like Monkeys! - Poem by Eric Cockrell
the lid to the mayonnaise jar,
and blueberries mingle on a plate,
perhaps plotting upheaval.
the leaf from the oak
blown onto the needles of the pine,
his brothers yell, 'dont be too long,
you might be converted.'
rainwater running from a rusted gutter,
the leaf being formed, an unseen bud,
on a snow covered limb...
the stray cat lays down with the dogs,
neath the spider's gigantic web.
the grass runs naked in the dew,
we know! moonlight saw them!
and mountains embrace whichever cloud comes,
with unadulterated passion!
while men behaving like monkeys,
dress in suits, and eat with forks!
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