Dear beetles ants and worms
Of the world just starting
To wake up in the dark earth
Only to find the stems and birds
Waiting for them still they come
The shrunken animals of the grass
Who knew the zodiac could fall
So far or the cosmos cling
To a single mustard flower
And what else rises up
Out of the dying earth
To claim for itself
This ever-returning sun
If not you our only one
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