I'm looking at branches With baby buds Waiting to bubble open Above seeded and fertilized lawns, Growing lush between our toes, Soft beneath reclining heads Interpreting whales and camels above.
Moons rise. Suns set.
Our first home Was a skeleton with skin shingles; Floors with no sounds; Rooms with no emotions. The car, all shiny and new, Left an oil stain on the asphalt.
Wheels are turning.
My innocent, wide-eyed believers Now share the same blameless lies With innocent, wide-eyed believers.
Suns rise. Moons set.
Don't eat that or drink this. Roll up your sleeve.
Astronauts blasted off for the ISS Wearing masks. Before their return, We will cut, rake, bag and burn.