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| Swallowtail on garden flox. Please click to enlarge. |
In a euphoria of swallowtails
on these few acres,
I am worn out by greed
Of the televised, entombed
In graves they've dug themselves,
Grabbing as they go,
Clever and numerous.
Their smiles are chilling.
The news. The news.
Here on this wooded hill
It is great and beautiful,
Here in this field
It is easy to praise
butterflies and lilacs,
Rain and the wind
In new leaves.
Take the dishes
Down from my roof,
Give me instead
The close-at-hand
While I await
One with a great level mind,
Sufficient vision, sufficient blindness,
And clemency for love.
—with lines form Robinson Jeffers' "Meditation on Saviors"
