Things Were Born So Simple Please Do Not Complicate Them

eggs white
a hen keeps them warm
with its feathers
and patience
looking at the busy
worms in the garden

the ants as usual
are not arguing with
the grasshoppers

it is a sunny day
and nothing spoils it
with words

except this one
building stanzas
word upon word
like a tower of babel

expect the scattering
of tribes
of thoughts that
cannot get well
along even with
its own same sound

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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