Wild`flow’r

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The mind
is hard`pan
What loam there
was long since blown
across the prairie
into crevices
of stone

Of bones
of old birds
seeking shelter
from the long winds
from nowhere
to nowhere
dry dust

My tilth
settling on
dusty dry bones
awaiting some seed
some weed some
living spore
air`borne

Air`borne
too the drop
of rain`water
squeezed by chance
of a dry cloud
to generate a
wild`flow’r

“One day work is hard, and another day it is easy . . .
The miner does not sit at the top of the shaft waiting
for the coal to come bubbling up to the surface.” ~ Arthur Sullivan

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Wild`flow’r

  1. tilth – thanks for teaching this city boy another new word

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  2. amazing what grows in crevices..

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  3. Out of curiosity, why do you spell “wild’flow’r” the way you do?

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