One day, bright shining you will gaze unshaded at what you have become
Coffin
I saw your coffin today tied to the top of that van No hearses here unless you are wealthy It is already too much that you are gone Now they take you home wrap you in linen set you to rest at sunset with the bones of all who came before
Earth
There is some place on this green earth that will, one day, receive me all my complaints will end there everything unfinished drawn to a close I will be released at last into the great mystery
Dawn
We turn so slowly to the sun rose light kissing every leaf
Soft
Soft tumbling words from these lips reach across thin air to find home with you
Forward
I know no other way forward we will never be more or less than this
Geranium
I knew you in Paris singing from every window all red fluttering and emerald light
Other
Other people live in houses crowded too many dishes not enough hope
Reach
I have almost reached my end again begin to stretch out this hand to touch and turn the golden knob
Extractive Economy
Now I am used down to the last What could I give now not already laid on that gray stone?