I've got this little net
to cut through the blades of grass,
hunting for the clover heads.
I want to save up my luck,
in this
little
tiny
jar.
So that when those heavy storms come
and the earth floods,
I'll have a raft to build
from
their tiny little stems and buds
a
safe
foreign
shore.
BINABASA MO ANG
Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry
Poetry"But I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin." ~Aldous Huxley