Some things you love
And bring with you
Leave you or die
Too fast. Some things
Go wild. Stray dogs,
Weeds, and those crops
You eat that thrive
With you or not,
They, more than steel
Or art or us,
Will be your true
Gifts, fruits, and marks
In the next world,
Which will be this
World when you’re not,
When we’re mute rot.
Saturday, July 10, 2021
Stray Dogs, Weeds, and Neeps
