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time to turn the soil
and plant the seeds
and let the earth
give birth –
a harvest to sustain
and nourish.

Cancer, a drunk-driver,
high-speed road crash,
waiting ‘the full force of the law,’
with cash and ensuing publicity,
to be brought down
on the suspected culprits.

On this bank of clay
with pick and shovel
we sweat to plant
small seeds and trees;
we dream of a forest
and the shelter that will be.

In this house
around this table
set with food and wine
we sup one with another
sure of the place
and owning the time.

The tide sneaks in
under cover of
a silver sheet of drizzle;
from my window
i watch its slow
and silent advance
take me unawares.

Out in the desert
water is purchased
for the price of a tear
and the lines in the sand
are drawn without fear.

A single thought
a line of words
that he tries to gather;
hear them speak
on the day of the week
a simple thought that matters.

There is a wisdom
from the sacred book
that surpasses all understanding,
it circles the planets
and weaves a thread
by which the stars are held in place;
and on a moonless night
it thunders as silent tears
down our cheeks.

There was the voice,
the lyric and the song,
the piano man playing
a long shaft of light
that reached from the dawn
into the dark heart of night.

Lost in a tide of red light,
blinded by the white,
this highway
no place for the weary,
close an eye
and you lose your sight.