Happy Birthday, Mr. Darwin.

For Charles

Building, crashing, receding,
Compelled to build again;
Water in its vast bowl,
Containing the Origins of life,
Is thus a model for mine.

Comments

Stephen Bourque said…
I love your poem - it's brimming with passion!
Lynne said…
Merci beaucoup, mon cher.

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