Non-Erotic PoetryMoon Of My MothersIn the fullsome month
fields obscene with their largesse
animals fat and lazy
Forests beginning to preen
carpeting their floor
with nuts and fruit
fish hardly able to jump
for the flies buzzing over
The Sun glowing golden all over the land
My Mother called me forth to witness.
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