Why? In loneliness we keep doing things

like lima beans,
loneliness ripens and from its pods
things begin to drop
soundlessly on top of the grass

the season change
and the pods rot and the beans dry in the sun
and gets wet in the rain
and then something sprouts again
another form of lonely lima beans
grow on the soil

loneliness begets loneliness
and forever keeps the cycle

the world knows this
in fact, it is this that keeps it going.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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