Birds of the Air

All of my interior struggles were needless
today, I have decided.
Whatever problems and obstacles
I thought I was confronting
the whole day long,
were dissolved this evening
by several fish tacos and a beer.

Actually, two beers.

Once again, I had overlooked the basics.

The birds of the air neither reap, nor sow,
nor waste time on interior struggles
and they remember to eat when they're hungry.

Franco Bertucci


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