Saturday, August 10, 2013

You Will Never Be A Caesar

 

When an ostrich bows it head
it is a spectacle. What a gift of sight.

If only you understood humility.
But you are stiff-necked needing upbraiding.

If a blossom, you being stiff-necked
would be understandable,
given your gold crown and leafy petals.

But we know,

you will never be a Caesar.

Eventually, the ostrich will lift its head,
for the sheer will of it—nothing more or
nothing less, as do we blossoms
at the summoning of summer sun.

We need not upbraiding, we are
the sun's subjects, for the sheer will of it—
nothing more or nothing less.

If only you understood humility.

What a gift of sight.

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