God's Green Earth
Are any of us exempt from a bumpy
Road? The memory of each moment,
The greenness of phosphorescent cities,
How they lick the wind. With large round
Eyes I look at the world—look at us all
Dreaming like that! Then, a million
Chambers with all of us stuffed in, how
Do we ever foreclose on a menace?
Look at a schoolhouse the color of mud.
See how it tricks itself of its students,
And see what we call a rainbow that
Enwraps all of us in a gigantic circle.
See that blade of grass sprouting up
From a verb, the only one we have
Ever needed, and it is rightly called to love.