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thoughts on weeding

the caterpillar

chews and chews

deliberately

on greens and blues

does he with joy

accept his fate

a munching, crawling,

stalk-bound state

or does he in

the dark of night

dream of the ecstasy

of flight

till from his tomb

like Egypt's kings

he soars on silent

cosmic wings

and nectar unconceived

before

sips from a brief

ambrosial straw?