Broken Box Of Spiders - Poem by Leslie Philibert
Why should I care about the past?
a broken box of spiders.
Why should I admire such a lot of paint?
rain is just a lot of water, the sun a light
that is thin in winter, the rest expected,
comfortable and lazy to the eye.
Let me climb out of a ditch next to a road,
and sniff the night air, a damaged seed.
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