AMERIKA
The world has a guidebook
past portals of fame and glory.
On which I've never read, but
have dreamed of. Things in this
world all have their own names,
and what counts is the recognition.
Man gave names to all the animals,
and forms register their acquiescence
on their own : the camel, the hare,
and the slow and lowly turtle.
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Fish can speak back to water as we
do to air - for we know, and they
know, the form and source of all
their energies. It is a grounds-keeper's
game, this husbanding the Earth. And
we must do it, surely. We shelve the
hills and waters, as someday they will
hold us. Forever is what we call it.
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I walk past the old barn. It is shuttered
now and unused - great weeds have
grown all around it, and the doorways
are latched and locked. The old rails
are gone as well. It has a semblance
of the real now, and only that?
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Will our voices ever bring it back?
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