I’m on an island
and glad
that tide works
the way it does.
For surely,
I would be submerged
had the earth’s spin
wound up a different rate.
Glad for that.
Glad vegetables grow
as easily as they do.
Glad this is not
the Middle Ages.
Glad for frost
receding to spring.
Glad you sing
in the kitchen with cats.
Glad we’re still children
in many ways.
Who can proclaim the nature of man?
Glad I have no clue.
and glad
that tide works
the way it does.
For surely,
I would be submerged
had the earth’s spin
wound up a different rate.
Glad for that.
Glad vegetables grow
as easily as they do.
Glad this is not
the Middle Ages.
Glad for frost
receding to spring.
Glad you sing
in the kitchen with cats.
Glad we’re still children
in many ways.
Who can proclaim the nature of man?
Glad I have no clue.
posted by Matt at 9:01 PM
1 Comments:
Thanks Dan, that's a really cool clip. The New Yorker has good articles, I'm just usually preoccupied with other book (Harry Potter 6- you know, good literature!) to finish them.
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