time as friend

It takes two heavens to dismantle
a grave

the error of one contributes to
the shame

of the other    the other where
the pain

of green abounds    it takes two

one should know    the clouds seem

enough    the error of one is but
lost time

the kindness of simple folk

ready word

leaf of the wind’s say    turning
which way?

kindred of the folksy tune turning
this soon

away from time’s distress turning
subtle I

– the whoosh of wanting to be I –
kind of –