******* people
for i would rather read a single line
of prose to the stillness of a single tree
then to the warm blooded movement
of someone whose soul deadness
far surpassed that of firewood
oh for the sigh of one sympathetic
flower
who understands the wind, the rain
the sun, and the pain
of being born to close to roses
for the only difference between tears
and a single drop of rain
is where the journey began