Kit Kelen #822 - the ants believe in rain

822

the ants believe in rain

every day my haircut further

smoke through the last sun

we who have passed beyond

and in our wizard hats of balance

judging judged from a sawnoff limb

with flag

flown to sink

as ever

yours sincerely

a certain tree, cattle rubbed

meadow smooth, lovely

crowned green notwithstanding

match to it

always the season come

and to do

and to be

stirred among walks to glory fervour

as through the clouds a biblical beam

tells how to do five acres

it's set up an edge

run to that, blissed with

candidates to view

watch the walkers beak reeds up

for something swamp and tasty too

sit for the all mown pond gold

music you could make yourself

strings all hung in wait for strum

there is a kind of calm to strike

between the day all round

afternoon crept in

even the fireweed is a season

lantana for eternity

on Tank Corner

car sits

patience in a picture

Ganesh conducts the traffic here

as with an always little blessing

it's every moment for itself

this means of which to

complete the kingdom of nothing to change

then live forever here