may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Saturday, March 24, 2012


sun is out ,so i slip shadows off
and sneak in to the green
sweetpeas dangling-tall towers of leaves
if i move-it means water and weed
if i sit-it means i turn pink
green or pink-every thing is colorfilled
Garden World envelopes time and space
so time stops and flashes fast past simultaneously
wind lifts leaves .Little plants are rising revolutionaries
They will to create food with water,air ,sun and soil
They conspire elements assistance in this
Soon a feast of salads.Right now is sit and stare @seeds
in trust they will rise and become more than before
Garden is us.

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