Bag it!

Bag It! Bag it, wrap it, cut it up and package it. Everywhere you look they’re hanging on the trees snagged the ditch and swept into the sky So many bags how can we imagine a handful of nuts gathered in an empty gourd? Paper or plastic? Take it off the shelf and put...

Tilling the Garden of my Being

I plow a line through my consciousness The four horses feisty, hesitant rebellious, inconsistent The new dirt turns over freed from compaction air and light come in rocks and roots come out Now the soil is ready A new opportunity can sprout where the old was buried I...