Mother Earth set daisy tables that
upon them bees might sit.
Mother Earth
set buttercups
that from them
bees might sip sunup
Mother Sea.. threw a foamlace
tablecloth over the flat rock
in the bay..
that her fishies might dine..
and when they were finished
she slid it off and sudsed the
rock clean with her surf.
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To Betsy Frost