People remember
your generosity far longer than your accumulation.
Introduction
Beneath my friendly laugh,
down where you can't see--
worms.
Quiet, warm worms
from a soiled past.
No needs have they,
secure in my all.
They meditate behind
my generosity,
ride calm and innocent
in my essence,
come with me everywhere
through anger,
comfort,
love.
I must apologize.
Not even a fish would want them.
Anyway--here, meet my worms.
They have no names.
Do yours?
*******
Alan Harris
All ponderables and poems in these e-mails were authored by Alan Harris. Sharing is fine.
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