I heard you singing through the vines
much better than on the cell phone
in the spirit of the wire,
better connected
you were saying you were poor and
your life was being starved by greed
and your children never wrote
and you never really got what you need
I heard you say this and I knew,
I knew where it hurt and when
It doesn't take a carnivore to read your mind
Visible too, for a herbivore who would sniff you
a breeze that smells of earth and all things in transformation
a muse of spring that finds us all worthy
this time around
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