A Year of Poems – Day 332

Life is so much straw
The blowing, drifting bits
That itch the nose
Till the eyelids drip.

Straw glints gold
in the setting sun
we see the shape of truth
through tears and straw,

It tastes like salty joy,

And somehow we know
That life is good,
That straws and tears
Are golden good.


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