Colchicum 2

Colchicum 2

      dancing
shadows on 
   a wall...

   (we do not
see so well
   at all)

   grafitti
on a train
      rolls by.

if thoughts had 
wings perhaps 
      they'd fly.

i wonder what
   you think
      i said;

   i do not
   know what's
in your head.

spots on a page
   might tell
      a tale,

but will they
      tell it
   very well?

      dancing
shadows on
   a wall,

   we do not
see so well
      at all.


From the Good Earth

From the Good Earth

everything of
   true value
      has come

(born beautiful)
   from the 
      good earth.

i look again
   at her rich
   garden,

   see that
it is good,
   (as you know).

      troubles
   vanish as i
bury my fingers

      in rich dark 
   earth. again, 
troubles vanish.

everything of
   true value
      has come

(born beautiful)
   from the
   good earth.

Colchicum

   autumn, in our
garden is still
      a lively place

   things change
   as the light
begins to fail

      while now,
honey bees,
   are back

      and colchicum
   suddenly comes up
(we had forgotten)


from distant fires
      imported smoke
   has come again

fueled by 
   dry things, 
      untended

   by some who
      do not care.
our world burns up

      they think it
is their world.
   but i don't care

      whose name
   is on their deed.
(their smoke is ours)