Plain Song

Most don't notice a meadow
stuck among others
just one other Kansas plot
to over-flatten the earth, but

think about the glories of open space,
of fresh starts and renewed resolve
forged by survival and desire
and a plot to call "home."

Think then about its denizens:
bee balm and sweat pea,
cornpone and suckle
all once just seeds now gone
to bloom

a lopsided grin to match
the sweat on a brow
and only a cynic would
think of stamping down these ruts
when the sun warms the soil

reprise

Don't want to focus on hurt.

Now want to focus on art.

On with the show.