I’m all alone just floating there, I pray it never ceases
As rain increases, water dons my face in sheets and creases
But in the spaces in-between the raindrops leave me air
Like spaces in my life between the joys, the loss, despairs
Or lizards wait behind a fence for butterflies less young
Who’ve made life’s tragic error’s turn to meet with judgment’s tongue
If older, that dire turn could bring them to a farmer’s spray,
“They all are inconvenient! Sure, we’re mad! They’re in the way!”
“And as his graying body slowly sunk to ocean depths
His lover bird sat on the dock in wait in quiet breaths
She will not stray; she will not leave; she’ll never go away
She’ll ever wait and ever circle ‘til her final day”
“There just beyond the mangroves, just beyond the human traps
Where sunset ripples streak the glassy tops in salty laps
Where winds rush headily with kelpish smells aloft in air
And then one random breeze — a briny spray on feather hair”
“There is a weight. There is always a weight. And the weight is always negative and feels heavy, yet it is actually lighter than air. This weight is weird. It steals the wind from a person’s heart. Everyone has this weight to some degree. And my weight is particularly heavy today.”
“I was pleased. I didn’t know if it was helping, but it wasn’t like I could massage his front legs or give him mouth to mouth — or mouth to – whatever a bee has – and make him well. I was out of ideas.”
“Mom briefed us about poke being poison, especially the berries, yet she’d also eaten the fresh spring leaves her whole life. So she wasn’t militant about it. The plant was largely considered a farm nuisance due to its size and general lack of usefulness.”
“If legislation is truly designed to help small organic farmers, make it so. If legislation is designed to help big farmers move toward organic, make it so. But blurring the two with the word “family” only helps the corporate guys take advantage of us. “
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