like caterpillars on fleshy leaves
i bite my way through life
and find in it both colour and sustenance...
in sauntering from petiole to tip,
around its curled edges,
and along the mosaic of the veins
that irrigate its cavernous cells,
i find the chlorophyll of life
which,
warmed by the thousand little fingers of the sun,
and by the little words
and fleeting looks of which i am the object,
gives me the myriad of colours and shades
i call 'another day'
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