I stumbled upon this book of poetry by Lawrence Ferlinghetti when I was about 14. It has followed me since.
No. 21
She loved to look at flowers
smell fruit
And the leaves had the look of loving
But halfass drunken sailors
staggered thru her sleep
scattering semen
over the virgin landscape
At a certain age
her heart put about
searching for lost shores
And heard the green birds singing
from the other side of silence
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