Going Home
sighs beneath
the laborer痴
hand
But I am
safely hidden
behind leaves,
out of reach.
The others
call from
the bucket
on his arm,
Do not
stay behind,
lift your
voice.
In silence
I watch
them die
one by one,
Innocents
smothered
by their need
for love.
After
the harvest,
I sing a
simple song
To please
the birds
and slowly
passing moon.
Then one day
they find me,
fallen to
the ground.
Wearing life痴
bright colors,
I am going
home.
In fragrant
velvet slippers,
I am going
home.
July 24, 2005
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