Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Things of The World By Kay Ryan

Whereever the eye lingers
it finds a hunger,
The things of the world
want us for dinner.
Inside each pebble or leaf
or puddle is a hook.
The appetities of the world
compete to catch a look.
What does this mean
and how does it work?
Why aren't rocks complete?
Why isn't green adequate
to grey? We aren't gods
whose gaze could save,
but that's how the things
of the world behave.

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