April 17

A man resolves, at the break
of dawn, to clip from the earth
the tallest, and just the tallest
blade of grass. He resolves
in that early and wishful sun

to claim no land that by cut,
once a day, he can not keep
up with. More would be greed,
lust, pride and gluttony. Less
would be both sloth and envy.

Vengence be to the earth,
whose secret is that no land
can be kept up with. If a man
had two blades, one, at dawn
would always be found too tall.



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