on becoming a rabbit again

13 Jul

i confessed to the wind and received 43 lashings to my back or some such equivalent.
i had gotten greedy.
i had failed to focus on the mundane moment and missed the miracle of a can opener.

that 12 oz can of diced tomatoes slipped snug under a clip and fastened to the machine.
oh, the way it spun around like a kid on a carousel ride.
oh, the the way it opened up in the process and started to smell so spicy and tasty.

yes, i was too busy worrying about my own life.
thank you wind for my fingers not being cut.
my ears up now.
 

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