To Earth -C



Come the storms upon the land
and the small grey squirrels
seek shelter elsewhere;
The children laugh and
swim in the streets
collect sweet water in glass jars.
Big pe0ple call out,
and woe to the leakages
and the uninterrupted flow
of rain and
bad temper
that floods the
good intentions of
loving strangers.

As pent up angers wash clean
the petty manifestos
from rented-out hearts,
the good misty moistness
shall seep into the parched earth
mingling lightly with hair-like roots,
waiting to bring new life
to the ever waiting
ever old
ever green
good earth

phoebe


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