NOT OURS
rain
busy prayers of the pious hissing
woodpeckers chopping like sinners at their work
the dullness of parking lots
the beetle scramming across summer's floor has a back of
green flame
this day's liquid diet
saturation and overflow
standing beside the mind is a companion helping it which
may outlive it
the body is stuck with its lowliness and wet
we invent the mind invent the companion but the body like
the green flame that does not ignite the forest but
runs on six legs from hiding place to hiding place
in the dead leaves
is not ours to invent next poem >>