Day Seventy-six

Today's words:

Sunburn

Prince

Cow

Color

Navel

Vice

I got an awful sunburn

From waiting outside for a glimpse of the Prince,

But all I saw a was a cow

The color

Of sand. I may as well have stayed inside contemplating my navel.

That's my secret vice.

And that would also be my advice

To you: Avoid sunburn,

Gaze at your navel.

It's more likely to tell you something than is a prince

Who'll only color

Your dreams. You might as well talk to a cow.

But the cow

Is practically perfect. It has no vice

That we know of; evil thoughts don't color

Its ambitions and its skin doesn't sunburn.

Stay away from that prince

Who worships only his own navel.

And from my navel

I felt heat radiating outwards. Krishna had a cow,

And is a prince.

He does, however, know vice.

Does blue skin sunburn?

Or does its color

Protect it? What is the color

Of his navel?

Does he even have one? And can it sunburn?

That's why the cow is sacred.

It keeps vice

Away from the prince

Of peace, the prince

Of the color

Blue. It's not a vice

To meditate on one's navel.

Sit in the shade next to the cow

And you'll avoid a sunburn.

As the Prince contemplated his navel,

The blue color of the sky spread to the cow,

Saving it from the vice of sunburn.