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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Tomato Hornworm

The leaves were gone this morning
Devoured with roiling ecstasy.
The smooth bodied green
to the underside
Of the last full leafed branch.
The smooth bodied green
A fat belly dancer
All the time in the world
Nothing prods, no sense of time
No poisonous burning
The green belly alive and
Stretching to reach
Every leaf, every stem
Every spiked yellow bud.

1 comment:

Mary said...

Very descriptive poem. Your use of language is always excellent.