We Are the Land

 -------We Are the Land------- 

Rye seeds 

sown

and harrowed in

 

Soon

will grow

to cover

 

And feed the Land

through spring

til summer

 

Calls 

for us

to harvest

 

The seed, the grain

to bread

we nourish

 

This body

that 

we share.

 

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Long Live

-------Long Live------- 

Turning compost

in the mid of Autumn

I am warmed by work

and the time to witness

the lines I've been taught

rebend

 

As life meanders,

circles and breathes

around

what some

call dying

 

In this pile

returning

the leaves of us

back to

the earth

we come from.

 

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West Bank

 -------West Bank------- 

The sun sets 

in red these days

with fires 

to the west

 

Some burning

from deaths destruction,

but some

that other flame

 

That regenerates 

the forest

with the seeds

of martyrs' names.

 

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Threads

 -------Threads------- 

Vinca vines

crawl to cover 

the soil 

when it 

is bare

 

Akin 

a sweater 

is thread to welcome 

the early 

autumn air.

 

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The Profiteers

 -------The Profiteers------- 

It is easy 

to blame the sawyer

 

For the felling of the trees

 

And overlook 

the system

 

That drives us to our knees

 

Beneath the weight 

of wages

 

To pay for heat or freeze

 

While rich men buy 

the government

 

With dollars from those trees.

 

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Seeds in a Bottle

 -------Seeds in a Bottle------- 

Seeds 

in a bottle

 

Sowed,

in a way,

to the sea

 

Will find their way 

to feed the land

 

And those 

who feed 

us all

 

With hope, and fight

and dreams of better,

 

More beautiful

days 

to come.

 

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Beyond the Lines

 -------Beyond the Lines-------

Middle august

beginning autumn

 

The seasons

themselves

don't seem to mind

 

What month it is 

or day

 

They come and go

forever changing,

honest like a friend

 

Consistent 

and present

 

Telling 

a time

beyond the lines

 

Through green 

and golden leaves.

 

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