Fife Farm

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The clover is invincible…

The green gold grass…waist high.

Stocks of infant corn stand in allegiance…out of the corner of my eye.

And, that is all I need to know today.

That is all I need to know.

Dusted Dandelions

to live here, an almost overwhelming feeling of having done something wrong

something…crippling from a former life

eight months, sometimes more…

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the edge of night, dimming like a sharpened knife

then with absolute, abruptness,

stumbling spirits are awakened…

and, thus with gold dusted dandelions,

the matter is set right.

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If Only a Mistress

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Let it go.

As the blood traces my recovery.

What of the wise tale of motherly love?

Paternal pacts of protection?

The abuse nothing more than corded piles of wood’s deflection.

Sweet maple.

Tart pine.

A morning’s wood stove…a way of brandishing a ‘hello’.

Never felt sorry for self.

In those knotted woods.

No one spoke of, help.

If only a mistress

If only the plight of wrong turns on dark, gravel, back roads.

A diary of teenage dysfunctions

Foreplay for what was an 80’s norm.

The flow of the natural-born red river has not recovered me.

Alas, to separate will be all that is left to anchor the vagabond feet.

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Urbane Frets

 

Ordered out of the garden.

I wonder what does it really matter?

Weeded out the death threats.

Let the sun set down on my urbane frets.

 

Who goes there?

What is the climatic dare?

Discarded ever…green…

My wishes basic and bare.

 

A prayer for the offspring derelict of commune farms.

Judge me not.

A blooming round weed…in a square plot.

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Fife Farm

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The clover is invincible…

The green gold grass…waist high.

Stocks of infant corn stand in allegiance…out of the corner of my eye.

And, that is all I need to know today.

That is all I need to know.