we, of earth too

the pines
has muddy banks
covered in needles
with blades in patches
rhythm’n
blues grass
twang timeless lines
a wild child by the pond ers
licking flames on a calloused mind
buried under dirt
the kindled kindness
“What are weeds?", holding flowers
we see the was and where
“How soon is now?”
buried under dirt
bound in nots
already on rewind
afraid to wither away
the petals dropping regret
stare it there
stand right there
then you will see
choking back
the weaves
do we see
either way dust they are
right now missing the beauty
that sodden mound
the dandy we grow to pass
from yellow lions
to greens goblins
then brown bears
wither grays hares
come winters light
white nightshades soften last
that is
to be
to be now

bydk 12/19/18