a voice said all low
and soft like a seed
not b e f o r e buried
but         found take
c o m f o r t  in  your
lowliness and when
i left  the spirit of God
stirred in the street
and moved amongst
the cottonwoods so
much like the brittle
trees that guard my
heart and shook the
leaves    from     my
branches--not at all
overdue

not at all
overdue.