scattering seed

day is over
night has dropped its blanket
over the cool damp earth
time is nothing
just mist on the field
that is left for grazing
time is silence
a road with no traffic and no end
emptiness
a darkness with no rules
and no reward
the flower moon rises
spring is passing by

james lee jobe

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

Matsuo Bashō

manifest destiny    fathers who scattered seed and left no fields fallow     guns and slavery    mothers who rose before dawn and cut wood as well as any man     children who knew work the way stars know clouds from looking down    generations of labor    sweat and early death    rape and genocide    the woods gave way to axe and fire    beasts and natives died for the greed and want of the settlers    a land exhausted    rivers polluted     people jaded     my country 'tis of thee    sweet land of liberty    for some    just for some 

james lee jobe

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