Call Me Greedy
A poem by Marcia Mitrowski

Call Me Greedy

Give me a bowl of happiness,
black cherries reigning without birds
dancing about in a tango of pecks.

Dress me in silk from golden corncobs
stripped before boiling or fire roasting,
I’ll collect a zillion luminescent threads.

Teach me love in multiple languages
amor, amore, liebe, kochem cie, agapo,
te quiero, upendo and ana uHibukki.

Walk with me in a woods of tallest trees
bathing in original tweets, sweet notes
of sky and breeze where purity conspires.

Lay me to rest where waves kiss earth
sand rippling under me, a floating bed
escorting my remains out to sea, fodder

for fish, a house of bones where seaweed
collects, crabs scurry on my xylophone,
and my skull a drum to play into nirvana.

About the Author:

Marcia Mitrowski is an English as a Second Language teacher working with refugees and immigrants. In her spare time, she gardens, takes nature walks, and paints. She’s also a docent at the Buffalo AKG Art Museum.

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