Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
What if to taste and see, to notice things,
to stand each is up against emptiness
for a moment or an eternity-
images collected in consciousness
like a tree alone on the horizon-
is the main reason we're on the planet.
The food's here of the first crow to arrive,
numbers two and three at a safe distance,
then approaching the hand-created taste
of leftover coconut macaroons.
The instant sparks in the earth's awareness.
Written by Marilyn Nelson
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