quip

quip

she sat there unperturbed as
hundreds of babies hurtled
through clear tubes from the
cosmos to the earth.

i asked her, dear lady,
what is the meaning of life?

she looked at me casually
and sipped her daiquiri –
the meaning, the meaning,

there’s one i’m sure.
there’s one meaning
for every piece of me
i send down there.

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