Restoration

From this ancient seabed,
a drowsy garden
leans into my urgent hands.

Rosettes of foxglove breaking 
the rain-packed earth. 

Flawless prairie cut
into rectilinear
fields, counties, time zones
amid rust-encrusted trucks, 
shovel blades, and spindles 
of elderly barbed wire fencing.

Not flatly perfect, but
raking upward toward
the western edge.

[LSS, writing, 1992 + 3/9/21 — RK, arrangement 3/10/21]

Sketches For The Person You Wish You’d Wake Into Every Morning

You fold those sketches into
paper airplanes and origami dragonflies.

Set loose, they establish new
North American migration patterns.

Your identity is a tightly woven
hot air balloon basket.

Following, you effortlessly
Set loose the counterpoints.

[RK, 3/10/21]