photo by Don Levy at Poetry and Prose reading at the Art Center in Troy NY 1/8/2017 |
it is Winter season
and death is everywhere above the fray
Earth in stilled skin parched with ice plays
womb flights to tiny needs, baby teeth we lose
when reason comes for us to be adults ...
the heart will say to us
never bargain a cow for the goose
that gold is immutable
because it matches your soul
and don't grow holes
in the fabric of your expression
as much as plant
ideas, those beans
and apple seeds
you piece yourself together with ...
I prefer scarlet runners
and like to watch how
these nascent tenacious things
can grow like I do when I am kind
with Love and joy and what
has me running back to wild ...
all the
while
I look
at myself
on any
of these long nights
reflected in candlelight
at a window
perhaps
I see a child
inside me
smiling back
a tree ...
EJR ©
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