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
grew
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.
i have been watching that old nebraska farmer for years
that old man ain’t gonna change
hell
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
anyway
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
well
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
cuz
things gotta change
Read Between the Minds 