apples & other vegetables
Apples have beautiful lives.
They grow politely on trees
like quiet urchins, knowing
all along they will be plucked.

Apples, like all vegetables,
smile when they are eaten,
knowing their Divine Spirit, the Deva,
will pass itself on to other trees.

And the process goes on eternally,
as if some patron of the arts
with mountains of money is in charge,
so the lowly apple seethes with

the energy of the cosmos, is eaten,
and then moves on, delighted to be,
to have been, a morsel for delight.
verbena
Tonight when you looked
at the moon and didnt
say anything, the whole
interior of my soul
bloomed.

But you will do, a matrix
the evening settles
into, soft, verbena breath,
lemon body, and a balm
for letting go.

But how to tell you this?
Words are so meaningless.
I think them all day.
I know.