Mood Poem

by Diane Graebner

I'm hungry
Not hungry enough to fix my own dinner
when nobody else is home.

Not hungry like I'm ready to eat anything
that won't eat me first.

Not hungry like I'm craving rich fudge with nuts

But hungry for life.

Starving for a barefooted romp through
a wheat field in Spring

Starving for the sound of the wind
whistling through the leaves
of an old oak tree.

Starving for yellow daffodils
blooming in green meadows.

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