torn labels

absolutely
and all th bees

breeze                         took me as I spoke

primal mother dreams in th storm
and paws at th snags

i know a sweet sweet green
i know it’s me standing here
             something so beautiful blows
             but dares not name what it knows

the wind knows
and the creek just told it’s trout
everything passing through knows
                        and passes through

(( it’s me
                         i wonder

pour out wilderness
into th horizon
in jagged peaks             i  can see friends

all this looking heart
and flat tires and fossils

from th cone of th nearest town

      felt all a life’s waiting
      in th morning midst

# posted by hardyf : 23:28