Monday, January 15, 2018

if the earth does not know of us
will the earth know of me
when i pass
like the earth
i will spring after winter
into eight legged squashers
and holy vermin

why be clean now
why feel
if the earth will not feel
after i leave

rather why not thrill
from the valley
seek the wave in the next
should it be my last

this trail
marked in ice
and a pleasant companion
the earth cannot know