Snow Pea

by Robert McNamara

DOWN in the valley
of the jolly green
gonad lived a sperm
like a little
green sprout
who shouts a lot
trying to get out
and fighting like
a fuse to ignite
against liquid wind,
squiggle squirm dewdrop
of infinite perception
seeks a home home home
on the wavy range
of chance

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