The Manzanita
Friday, February 21, 2014
Ambition
On the highest vine does my fruit grow;
I shoot at it with bow and arrow --
Fall to Earth. I feast
on marrow. Death leaps
In to tell me one day I, too
Will die. When I lie
I shorten my life by years.
Why? I should end it then.
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