Love

Though anger may be thrown at you,

and your senses cry defeat

engage your love in battle,

it’s fruit later you reap.

Sing your songs when you are down,

fight amongst your grief and tears

give a smile, not a frown,

seed will grow throughout the years.

 

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Breath, Green

Your breath, your breeze,

a creek and twine;

with buried tendons,

branches wind.

Roots dig in deep,

sun drapes gold cape;

hills soft or steep,

flies webs escape.

‘Til evening caps

pearl-lit stars find-

me on sharp grass

lost sense of time.