He Plays God... Poem by RIC BASTASA
He Plays God...
first he thinks a word
or a number
quick he said do not
whimper and so
the word becomes a seed
and the seed
grown into a tree and the
tree bears fruit
and then the number becomes
numbers and numbers
become children who climb
the tree and there
comes a world of chirping
birds and a nest
and the nest becomes a planet
and there are stars
and he finds love and they
sit together
under the stars.
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