Surprised by a young silicon chip
who actually enjoys reading
has no fear-and speaks her truth
bravely and boldly in front of elders
Realize that dormant sleeping lion
hungry for the meat of meaning
Lives inside of each of us/awakening
only when the need is great
for what is most important
is to articulate our inner fires
so they might be stirred to life
to warm the hearts of others
or simply keep oneself well fed
The hunt sometimes returns empty
Sleep with hungry dreams that night!
Yet,when a tiny bird brings green sprig peace
Whole tribes reverberate with joy
It is not the endless lines of hungry giving meaning
It is those who bring the meat of solid thought
sliced into bone poems,line by line
so we might feast again
on the concept to completion
Beggar's banquets filling every brain
replete with meaning once again.
Await the rains!
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