chalked out visioned dreams drawn out by tiny prophet hands yet worn out by time shows the problem that I am roadside clover patch searching for the luck I lack catch my eye as I untwine only to find three smiling back
simply to be clear to see
the cement is spreading wide as the flowers push on through causing webs of cracks to spread what can a mother do residues of greens and blues smeared by the feet of day a child's work a friendly wash down to dull flat grays
simply to be clear to see
I know I don't know much but I stand without a crutch shiny shards of broken glass lay down like a promise in the grass found the perfect four it takes awhile you used to smile you used to smile
come on fortune fish define come and curl up in my hand as the tapestry that's weaved confirms up all my plans reading out the years into the rings of grain now a stump once a tree on which we carved our names