truth about hunger
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truth about hunger
the truth is
the backyard ash shivers in the dark
and every night hungers for morning sun
the truth is
babies are born craving lullabies
the baritone drum of a father’s voice
and mama’s cool hand across the forehead
the truth is
gypsy moths will sing for a flickering light
ink starves for the next word
red birds plead for communion on a high wire
and an ancient copper pot hanging overhead
longs to be laid across the fire
the truth is
stars ache for gazing
the corner of the page wants to be turned down
a carousel begs you to go around one more time
and the swing on the front porch
holds arms wide open to receive you