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Way It Is

Longing worm give it a break.
Tired of ping ponging.
Here comes an earthquake!

Speed spread running blurs
Lion and zebra rest.
Eagle go build a nest.

Quarrel make amends.
The wind bends.
Build nests accordingly.

Rhythm to time
hold a meeting ad hoc.
Let grass slip in dew.

I give up.
Seasons seem mean.
Handle me accordingly.

And play play play
I am yours night to day
And beyond!

Published in Poetry