Prompt: write a poem with each line starting with the letter of the alphabet
Another day
Begins with birdsong and a gray
Cat climbing upon a yellow bench.
Downstairs
Eggs are sizzling in the iron pan,
Fresh fruit from the garden
Glows in blue bowls on the table.
Here there is solace,
Inside a small green-roofed farmhouse
Just outside a Chicago suburb.
Kin from Indiana are coming to
Laugh and linger on the white front porch.
My grandparents offer a full table
Never turning away from a grandchild's questions,
Open to learning from them,
Patient as the
Questions turn to the meaning of life.
Religion is not the
Subject but
Time and Truth are
Understood to be the
Very center of
Wisdom.
eXtremes
Yield
Zero knowledge.
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