Wildflower and Barley

Springtime in the country

Each time, I'm shocked by the light

The world lying fallow

And you are apart from me

Everything in my vision is movement and life

Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley

Springtime in the country

I can smell summer on its breath

Low and harrowed lie the fields and the heart of me

Everything in my vision, departure and death

Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley

The healers are healing

This year, I swear it will be buried in actions

This year, I swear it will be buried in words

The diggers are digging the earth

Some close to the surface, some close to the casket

I feel as

Useful as dirt

Put my body to work

Springtime in the city

The canal banks are empty again

Grass crying out to be heated by bodies

The streets for the laughter of young women and men

Canal boat and trolley

Wildflower and barley

The healers are healing

This year, I swear it will be buried in actions

This year, I swear it will be buried in words

The diggers are digging the earth

Some close to the surface, some close to the casket

I feel as

Useful as dirt

Unreal unearth

The healers are healing

This year, I swear it will be buried in actions

This year, I swear it will be buried in words

The diggers are digging the earth

Some close to the surface, some close to the casket

I feel as

Useful as dirt

Put my body to work

Springtime from my window

Another month has not much longer now

The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening

With all things God allows remain above ground

Like grief and sweet memory

Wildflower and barley