Labor Day 2012
The
rain will descend,
then
comes the drought;
we’ll
take up our canoe and carry it
to
the garage where it will winter,
but
spring follows the snow
and
we shall put it into the water again
so
we may come and go by the river
and
visit the islands,
and
all the places
where
the wild things are
awaiting
us…
The
sun bakes the ground,
then
come the rain;
we’ll
harrow and scythe the gardens again
and
leave them to hibernate;
the
hibiscus will bloom again
and
the deer will eat the hasta down to stems;
we
may not return to the river
this
time… this future
the
sun rising in new horizon,
and
you and I have defeated
the
alien gods…
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