scattering seed

day is over
night has dropped its blanket
over the cool damp earth
time is nothing
just mist on the field
that is left for grazing
time is silence
a road with no traffic and no end
emptiness
a darkness with no rules
and no reward
the flower moon rises
spring is passing by
james lee jobe
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Matsuo Bashō

manifest destiny fathers who scattered seed and left no fields fallow guns and slavery mothers who rose before dawn and cut wood as well as any man children who knew work the way stars know clouds from looking down generations of labor sweat and early death rape and genocide the woods gave way to axe and fire beasts and natives died for the greed and want of the settlers a land exhausted rivers polluted people jaded my country 'tis of thee sweet land of liberty for some just for some
james lee jobe

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