ii asks

As I sleep away my mourning, grass walks, asks, “what
is it that the children of rain remember most?” The story
answers, waters the plaint – As I seep away my morning,
grass is worm is root as this poem is awake with heal-

“How does the strange earth bear fruit, does it know
which road shall converge into dark & which one shall
be the rabbit?” I stand as it all begins to flower & then
smoke – the fruit bearing earth now rustles its feathers-

8 comments on “ii asks

  1. thotpurge says:

    does it know
    which road shall converge into dark & which one shall
    be the rabbit? – That has to be THE question but…is knowing enough?!!

  2. adminclouds says:

    About as beautiful as you’ve ever posted. Lovely piece.

  3. mrsorenson says:

    Everything in the world is connected, but your poetry reveals some of the best connections.

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