Some are wise
and some are otherwise
They hear the owl say, who who
or why why
or the silence in their breath
and maybe
God /is/ love
and we ought to worship
at the shrine
of each other's hearts
and maybe to be afraid
is the most selfish act:
to forget that we love after cruelty
to remember only past pain
present only for inside-out pity
Coming over an Interstate pass
to see wide straight planted rows
astride a white-framed red barn
and two bullet steel silos
ready to be fired into the sky
truth's surprise opens a door
The antlered buck turns toward you
then away
The waving frills of August queen-anne's lace
blast skunky peppered carrot in your nose
2 weeks ago
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