Tuesday, November 19, 2013


crucial tools
in solving crimes
neglected for 
their better signs
of life and love
and art
and then once
when evidence
is in the kitchen
on the pot that
soon will feed some
in the paint that 
brushes canvas
or the cheek
that begs caress
crucial tools
we must reclaim
leave our mark
with no duress
when the garden
calls a gardener
left on the spade
a language felt
is language made
to flower for
a life eternal
nature shows us

so boldly made
appear in stories
free of crime
splayed across the
poet’s rhyme
shifts the song
from verse to verse
heals the wounded
stops the worst
from happening
lower your hand
press on the earth
lift to see what 
you are worth

For Beatrice

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