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Eve’s Spare Rib: A New Year’s Feast (a poem)


Resolution

Resolve

Evolve

Even Eve

has ribs.

Constricted

Restricted

Roasting roots have yearnings too.

Allow images to appear without hindering

Duty blocking structure, habit, tradition, moral imperative

My acorn is growing

hull cracking ribs

roots stretching obstinate habits to breaking point

Unhappiness so durably built

Hard mortar, structurally sound

archeologists of the future could chip away

Yet living time so limited

Wasting away with fear

The fear of happiness, of oneness, of completion, of purpose incarnate

all replaced by the Darwinian god of survival

Fit as a fiddle to twiddle

opposable thumbs

all day before a screen

When heartsong calls to a different drummer

a new year, a new constitution

amended to include a self

singing

dreaming

weaving

cooking

a concoction of being

streaming color

zinging synapses

excitement

plateful of re-purposed ribs

steaming

with the envy of self resolved

menu for the new year:

allow lady to emerge

energies imploded turned to sand

resculpted

crafted

into a fine set

of delicious bones

living, breathing bones

alive with coded marrow’s purpose

forging their way unhindered

into daily song

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