There's new grass
Growing where the **Bear
Laid in state** interspersed
With fine chaining dandylions
And quick cutting ramps
Lou's wool socks hang
To dry on the porch, the
Color of her
If I asked nicely, the sun
Would not quit today
Pulling up green shoots from
Her death bed
Yesterday was fodder
Yesterday was mama crying
At the close of another time
The wind pulling my hair and
Telling me secrets
Nature is gentle
A pillow of birth
Where the **Bear
Laid in state**
See?
all things are new