Birdsnest

On those days the sun never quite came up
The young man acquired a meresome aspect
His mind was all swampy from too much rain
And a birdsnest clung to his hair
He liked the sound of the snowmelt
And his chair was often visited
But as for caring
He was plum worn out
So he feasted on the snow and the silence.



-Jeremiah Griswold

Primeval

Under a stone in a clearing
in the midst of a vast primeval forest
lived a boy who never did what he was told.

He was alone, but for a small bird
who sang to him so sweetly
he never longed for more various companions.


-Jeremiah Griswold

Like the Sun

Cool book of poetry philosophy by Jim DuBois.

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Aqua Green Stripe

-Jim DuBois