Wherewithal extravagance sheer
willpower to get through days then
milkweed pods broken open cloudy
tangled desire it showed happening
on their faces constant hunger near
their eyes believing always in some
where else entirely picking over it
scraps in the middens looking out
Was this like her yes and no with
limits always limits as endless talk
swept away lost in telling strange
did not recognize gentle kindness
right away in all that grace adding
amounts especially getting going
how on earth to continue so tough
Small trees half trees standing just
for a minute a short life of meditation
alongside the huge river its sun shore
Hard to think of trees having short lives. But you're right, they do. A fine poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks--
ReplyDeleteIt is definitely time to go on a picnic. We'll go to Mac Brown Park on the Umpqua. And you?
ReplyDeleteJust let me grab my sun hat.
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