Four Times

I was required to study the lessons of liars:

Forced to make lists with the listless of depths and degrees.

Who are these people who fight in the name of a flower?

Who trades a gram of their grain for a seed of disease?

I was as barren and bare as the sand in your eyebrows,

Now I’m four times as fecund as I ever reckoned to be.


That there is a work in progress - as am I, as are we all.

Dress warmly, play fairly, dig deeply.

Remember that it's always easier to get forgiveness than permission.