Just another day in springtime

This morning while shitting I held onto a bucket

in which I did some puking

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Now in the early afternoon I stare out onto the blue

sky

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and the fever is gone.  I should be out raking or skipping

in the sun

but I got sidetracked

inside a poem

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Beautiful Emerson,

you weren’t the first to know

that all is connected.

The redwood knew that long

before you, and before the redwood

the jellyfish knew