so careful the planting
each word a seed
each heart fertile
soil

we
elect presidents
and senators
with hardly a true thought at all

in the morning
rain and pain
mix with eachother

we are happy if they let us be
we die when they tell us

we write our poems so carefully
each word a seed

days go by
are you there?
if not
where are you?

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