This is a poem I wrote in August of '99. It's less of a planned poem than a chronicle of my random thoughts. In case you were curious, these are the kind of courses and segueways they make. I had this sort of strange thought about bananas, it evolved, so I wrote it down.
 
Bananas

Bananas look kind of like crescent moons.
Maybe they are really the moon's children.
Or maybe when we pick them, thinking they are ripe, they are really in their first stages of growth.
Maybe when they grow up they become moons or asteroids or meteorites or stars.
Maybe all the stars we see in the sky are really bananas who've grown up...
 
 
 
 
 

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