genus el verdadero amor…

Copyright by CWMartin

how the miracle began
i am certain
no one knows
unlike the middlemist’s red
this bloom was not protected
in a greenhouse
nor safely hidden
like the blue pimpenel
in the farmer’s field
and though
more elusive than
the ghost orchid
it somehow
and began
to bloom
but fearing
it was a weed
it was plucked
and tossed
into the bin

To my friend who know Spanish…sorry for the pronunciation…I’m still learning.

he ain’t gonna change…

i have been watching that old nebraska farmer for years
that old man ain’t gonna change
when i said that there’s a stop sign on that corner now
he said
i was here before the stop sign
his whole existence  reminds me of black elk speaks
and if you ain’t read it
get on the web honey
cuz i ain’t got time to walk you through it
just trust me
it’s worth the time
as i was saying
this old fool keeps doing
the same old thing
like he was part of the federal government
each year we have a drought
each year he digs the well deeper
like he was borrowing money for a war
from some foreign government
just to keep his hemp crop growing
well i tried to tell him
hemp ain’t used for rope no more
but he won’t listen
and he just keeps digging the well deeper
making a hemp ladder to get him to the bottom of the well
and when the feds showed up
to talk to him
he was gone
i saw a hemp rope at the well
and a hell of-a-lot of smoke
but it’s none of my business
things gotta change

This poem was inspired by John at