Wednesday, April 14, 2010

let the word ripple out
to who will hear

then let them say
what they will


as if vocal echoes faded
with silence near

like a thug in the dark
for the sake of blocking

the thought what should happen
but a roaring storm

through which no one heard
a thing anyway blowing through just then...


gem of the prairie
yellow fields straining up
radiant under the eye
of the mute

who needn't speak to
to shower this natural jewel
with direct focus
of devotion and attention

an awareness stretching the length
of the earth that his vision
subsumes in its fullness
this moment on earth

as watching the bloom of this crystal

gem of the prairie

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

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