by Rick Young | Aug 27, 2018 | Uncategorized
Mowers and crowers are waking the tired.
It’s Monday morning: get up or get fired.
It’s just the start of a very long day.
Grass must be cut and then birds fly away.
Come Tuesday morning and things might be quiet.
But for the nonce, it’s a bird and blade riot.
by Rick Young | Aug 3, 2018 | Uncategorized
Let the dusk take the day,
let the night wash away
all the hours of sadness and doubt.
Like a dirty old shirt,
we’re awash in work dirt
and we can’t leave ’til they let us out.
We must turn into shadows
and hide in the trees,
let the breeze and the seas build our map.
First we’ll split into sevens,
and then into threes
and we’ll leave one behind as a trap.
No, they’ll not find our bones
and they won’t trace our phones,
we won’t leave behind any I.D.
Then we’ll grow into nines
and do great things with vines.
We’ll be out on our own history.
