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Dave Bonta
(Lens culinaris)
Until the lentil lent
its Latin name, the lens
went unknown among us,
despite being the apple
of our eyes. Now it is
the legume that lags
in popularity:
we’re more apt to wonder
what microscopic folk
might be peering blindly
up from the soup,
& suspect every
lenticular cloud
of hiding a flying saucer
from the distant bulging disc
He seemed to fit in anywhere you found him,
He could melt into any environment and belong.
the way he stood with such calm interest for something he loved so,
so at ease in a place a boy like him shouldn't be
I felt pulled toward the spiraling galaxy of his soul in that instant,
so lost in thought you wanted to capture it.
But then you realize, that perhaps, some small part of you doesn't want to capture it because you simply want to live in the moment.
you can only admire from afar the wonder he was in himself,
you wished to join him so your grey could touch the colour of his simplicity.
he belongs and you don't so you can only sit and wait. hope,
I looked into her eye and i saw the entire universe hiding inside. I was in love. I thought she felt the same. She said I was her world but she was my galaxy.