SEEDS I LOATHE TO SOW
Do we need another garden,
fenced and well kept?
Another manicured lawn,
lush and green, quietly tended?
The seeds we plant, our future,
loved, nurtured, trained,
and sent overseas.
No scented flowers will rise,
only white slabs and crosses
will grow there.
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The gray dawn brightened slowly and
high thin clouds blushed in the east.
The land asleep, brown and cold.
Light was coming, life was coming,
and nothing could stop it.
Not anger, not sorrow, nor bewilderment.
A new day,
Now is here.
DINNER FOR TWO
I spoke for hours and
said so little.
My ego in the way, a
bore to my companion.
You spoke so little,
but said so much.
I listened,
but am not sure I heard.
I am not blind,
and I trust what I see
more than what I hear.
Good-bye my would-be friend.
MUTE DAWN
Without words it speaks.
Day upon day, it speaks,
if we only listen.
Today, a warmth, a glow,
love, a promise.
I often miss it, or fail
to attend its homily.
The fiery speech, or thunderous
shouts easy to hear,
but the subtle slipping
'twixt night and day
just as pregnant in its
meaning.
