Fiery red
black handle rubber tires

that made shallow tracks
in the grass

when I pulled you from here
to there

we needed each other
I realize that now

Crook and flail
Guide and whip
The ancients
More up front
With it
Move the herd
To greener pastures
Or whip em hard
To avoid disaster
Some saw the flail
Symbolic
Of fertile land
Whatever you say
We quite understand.

.
​Life is the question,
we live in it.

​Death is the answer,
we leave with it.

listening, yes, I am listening.
not talking, yes, I am not talking.
looking, yes, I am looking.
bowing, yes, I am bowing.

we do these things, yes, we do.
we see them do it, yes, we do.
swarms of them all
bitter and bald

fly away and evolve

speaking, yes, I am speaking.
laughing, yes, I am laughing.
spitting, yes, I am spitting.

a butterfly
dancing along the hedge
in the morning
has no concern for
what the night may bring

A marvelous beast is the giraffe,
Whose neck seems to stretch by the half.
He nibbles the trees,
While swaying with ease,
And makes other creatures just laugh.