Beautiful, singing words —
somehow you end up
Songs and Letters, October 13, 2008
As deep as a worm, as radical as a plow.
May it serve as a proverb for now.
A church and its graveyard, at the convergence of roads.
A cart ’neath an oak, in the hollow of a palm.
A poet with a shovel, near the end of his poem.
Together, forever, alone.