sweet sweet scent
MaryAnn in the garden
listening
watching
feeling
winter is over
and as
life emerges to your step
we taste no more regret
but prosperity and planning
a new day
even with them and their ways
even with their concrete
their steel & metal & machines
forged & forcing us to isolate, segregate
hoping we become
cubical conformed diluted capitalizing delegates
arguing over political moot point debates
they
can never stave our souls
never wear our skin
never understand
Sun I I realize (I too)
we are forever
the cycles we behold
we that see as time grows
as we go, as time folds
to grow again
How much longer shall we receive this beauty?
How can they not see the living things?
Why do they believe everything is dead inside just like them?
