She wondered, and prayed, and slept
at which angle
to show themselves the best
and the others did discover
in what they did invest.
Like a swan invests the vision
she drove and drove
unto division.
Like the wheat and the chaff
to bring the farmlands back
and give native ways to say
“Now restore the lands.”
And all the transplanted
and long-timers lasting,
taught and loosed the strings
attaching to the cobwebs of
the mind. They all climbed
out and started to jive.
The wolf of the mind
did huff and did puff
and eventually sucked air
and breathed out a toot!
(With thanks extended to Antoine Beauvillian for sharing his craft, his art, his gift)
Purple Pennies 