Thursday, June 28, 2007

...And Maybe Some Yellow Flowers.

Ode To Some Yellow Flowers

Rolling its blues against another blue,
the sea, and against the sky
some yellow flowers.

October is on its way.

And although
the sea may well be important, with its unfolding
myths, its purpose and its risings,
when the gold of a single
yellow plant explodes in the sand
are bound
to the soil.
They flee the wide sea and its heavings.

We are dust a
nd to dust return.
In the end we're
neither air, nor fire, nor water,
neither more nor less,
just dirt,
and maybe
some yellow flowers.

~Pablo Neruda

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