my sullied inattention

my sullied inattention

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a piffling passenger
in this quotidian boat,
I squat---yet lashed to mama's
quagmired, quandaried
earth---to quinse a qualmish,
queachy squib: a queasied
quiddity, though perhaps
a witless quoz ...
                                  ---barbsdad
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[b]ut shall be
overtaken unaware
                                   ---Khayyam
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nature's fatted greens
so seek to overwhelm
as late spring ends/
so summer then begins

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I pay no notice of it
in particular, so much
as is my wont ... or habit

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I finger-choose but few
plants wild this facund morn,

selecting, for my paltry
breakfast's chain of green
reared raw,

from backyard acre's birdsong-
lauded, mizmazed jumble

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at the point of done, I peer
to vet the what that loafs
atop the meager

elsewise contents of
my hand-scrubbed bowl

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with a start, I wake
to bear bare conscious note:

so few greens;
they underwhelm

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as boldly incandescent sol,
seemed jessant, burns,
blasts gold through sweltry

air to green receptive
earth, curved sky about
such roguish sun lies pallid

a subservient milksop
mythic blue with mingled
tinct of muted buttercup

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I pay no notice of it
in particular, so much
as is my wont ... or habit

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yet grossly unaware
of proximate present,

my sullen mind given
so to mulling over
otherwhiles, otherwheres,

I eat